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Actually, all I had in mind was a small house.
I remember this because the room was too big when I dreamt about it.
What I woke up to this morning were all the holes, small and big ones, all around my bed.
As a matter of fact, my room is acting as if it were a big black hole because everything is being moved into the other house. And Wednesday is only the beginning.
By the other house, I mean the house I refer to as my house. Before my house was built, my room still had all my belongings.
Then again, it was in fact my own choice. Well, I can hardly say goodbye.
Sometimes I can’t help but wonder how I can make things complicated.
One morning, not too long ago, all I could think about were my teeth. By that I mean my dead teeth in that small little thing in my room. The ones who came, saw and conquered my wisdom.
And after that all that was left were four holes.
There will always be Goodbyes And Beginnings.
By the way, Wednesday 16th is only the beginning.
By that I mean that Sunday 27th is the end.
So naturally every day in between will in fact be different.

 
tekst: Emma Terlinck
 
de tentoonstelling 'Sometimes I can't help but wonder' liep van 16 tot 27.09.26 in de Zwarte Zaal