AAN DE ANDERE KANT
When open, the box lid is at an angle of 90º. Small pieces of brown and red wax are stuck on the inside and on the lid. Solidified drops, flakes and corners together form a single image; the eyes seek a viewpoint and see a landscape. A landscape that is not a landscape, does not resemble anything and is about the longing to be somewhere else. A longing for there where I am not.
The ‘state of mind’ ponders, an ‘other side’ is daily practice for my thoughts, ‘there’ and ‘here’ change places, I remain still.
The wax forms, the tallow corner, evolve like mould in the damp box. Haven’t looked outside for ages… the longing grows, like a parasite on a tree, into its own place. The space to give to this physical limitation, to be ‘here’ and to want to put ‘there’ in a box.