October
Ghost of the laboratory
echos in the basement
Orange rust stains the floor
Time is lost behind the door
Extraction and modification
Flourish and decay
Lost and remains
Contradictory it contains
Pink, yellow, and green
Your body melts into a stream
I caught your soul with the mesh
Secrets hidden in your flesh
You flow with the wind,
dancing to my whistle
I will keep you in my casket
till the moment you fade
Ghost of the laboratory
echos in the basement
Orange rust stains the floor
Time is lost behind the door
Extraction and modification
Flourish and decay
Lost and remains
Contradictory it contains
Pink, yellow, and green
Your body melts into a stream
I caught your soul with the mesh
Secrets hidden in your flesh
You flow with the wind,
dancing to my whistle
I will keep you in my casket
till the moment you fade
Photo credits to Hanne van der Velde
October, 2024, installation (including local bamboo, cotton, hemp rope, paper and a soundtrack), size variable (Approx. 12m x 8.4m)
Exhibited at KEL-30 for “Echoes of the Biotope“
For my project at KEL-30, I engage directly with the physical traces of the past. Drawing inspiration from the Biotoop Haren building’s former life as a scientific and botanical laboratory, I approach the work as an experiment in itself—blending found objects with organic materials. I construct structures from locally sourced bamboo and dye mul cotton using pigments extracted from garden plants. Through this process, I seek to reconstruct a fictional history and trace the transformation of repurposed spaces. What has been lost? What lingers? And what new forms are coming into being?
Exhibited at KEL-30 for “Echoes of the Biotope“
For my project at KEL-30, I engage directly with the physical traces of the past. Drawing inspiration from the Biotoop Haren building’s former life as a scientific and botanical laboratory, I approach the work as an experiment in itself—blending found objects with organic materials. I construct structures from locally sourced bamboo and dye mul cotton using pigments extracted from garden plants. Through this process, I seek to reconstruct a fictional history and trace the transformation of repurposed spaces. What has been lost? What lingers? And what new forms are coming into being?