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Come, Tell me how you lived

Ants and Crickets

Like a twisted sock

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Some things, so close, they canโ€™t be seen

The Hidden and The Eye

Mrs. de With, why do you lay down horizontally?

Nachmittag in Dordrecht

How to not be seen

Mrs. Jackson, why do you lay down horizontally?


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One of those days at a tuincafe in the afternoon sun. Lunch is on its way, my company talk about their daily activities and the dogs wag past us led by the leash. Things are in order, yet I feel uneasy. I am seen, observed if not stared at. But there is no eye-contact as I look around. Heads are turned downard, targeting food or phones. That is when I find my observer - on the vacant table right next to me: a one-eyed tabasco bottle, staring at me with the look of a lost traveller, light house or totem pole.

Objects around me are personas, read through their shape and form it is I that make out their being and character. But the placement and milieu is of equal importance as it states a hierarchy and acts as a stage for the character. It is something the object can never break free from just as the given role ceases to exist once the actor leaves the stage. However, the actor remains, as does the tabasco bottle on its table - a story is played out.  


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