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#5: Let’s meet every now and then

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After walking around at Art Rotterdam for about one and a half hour in the Van Nelle Factory I find myself somewhere in the back of the Fair wondering what I am doing there.

A woman is talking on her phone: “Where are you? I can’t find you..” she says. This is a very fundamental comment on what is going on. Everybody seems to be moving between getting lost and being found.
There is a kind of pattern in which people seem to move around at the fair. As if everyone is part of a secret community, moving at a certain pace, bumping into one and other and then getting out of sight again.
This observation became the starting point of my performance proposal

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“Let’s meet every now and then”.
We agreed upon meeting each other all together every now and then at the tables that were placed in the corridors between the gallery-spaces. And so we did, in between other performances.
This was somehow confusing; it might have worked out in a more powerful way if we would have been more equally focused on the concept.
It was interesting though as a choreographed way of moving separately together, like one breathing body getting lost and being found again.

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Looking at a work of art intensely for 15 minutes.
Ieke Trinks proposed to watch a work of art for 15 minutes.
I found myself in front of a portrait of a young man, that seemed to be from the 19th century. It was by Jake and Dinos Chapman. The more I watched the more I felt uncomfortable.
There seemed to be some kind of evil hidden in the representation of this young man. I took a picture. My presence remained unnoticed or at least uncommented by the gallerist. I was glad to leave the painting behind.

Photo’s: © IK

#1: Walking along a wall

@ Kunsthal Rotterdam, the Netherlands

 

Walking down the stairs holding the handrail / waiting for the doors to open passing through

Walking closely to a huge empty wall making a turn to the left the overwhelming smell of tomatoes following the grid along the large windows passing a glass house

Waiting for the doors to open letting me through and close behind me turning left I follow the gradient concrete floor

Making curves around pedestals carrying empty space the rough structure of the floor determines the grip of my feet on top I turn left into a orange shining room my feet stumble upon a tapestry of fresh growing grass

Carefully I put my feet down one step at the time than touching solid ground taking sharp turns moving left passing through an open door on my right

Walking along on an open iron grid dizziness creeping up my spine than stepping on a hard floor turning left walking along a serpentine wall leaving the hall through opening doors

Up the stairs leading to a dead end so I walk them down

Ending at the beginning