There was a certain calmness after the storm. A flood of repetition, endless repetition. The abstruse of the moment. I have never been able to capture it "just right" in my mind. With each print there was a blind hope that it was better than the previous, but a printer doesn't alter the words pressed on the page. It brought me to a certain state of madness. So, I stood in the rain on the way home and thought; perhaps it should drown for now. Perhaps it needs to sink with me for a while, before it is allowed to stay afloat. Sink with the disconsolate feeling. I haven't been able to shake that feeling yet.
Perhaps my work is the consequence of this.
Graduation exposition Maastricht Academy of Fine Arts and Design
Title:10/09/2019
Date:2020