Tot een lichaam op zijn plaats valt

Tot een lichaam op zijn plaats valt

during the master i got lost in the concept of research in fine arts ; quite naive i went to the program with the idea that a research in art could be visual ( that it didn’t needed to include writing , or at least no writing which tries to tell something quite explicit , not poetic )
from this confusion many changes , shifts and movements started . many questions arose . and a huge confrontation with a distrust , or mistrust i feel towards the verbal and the rational .
during the second year of the master i kept drawing diaries ; visual reflections on emotions , where i couldn’t find words for . at some point i decided to do a five-day talk with people i trust , to reflect together on the drawings , to try to understand , and give words to what was happening inside .