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Wat ben je aan het doen?
The studio invites me. It knows that I am here for its infinite ‘affordances’. I know what is has on offer, yet I am often surprized as to what it makes me do. At times I share out loud what I gave up, to be here instead. A lecture. A vernissage. Browsing. Gardening. Administration. Correspondence. Anything can be left behind for a visit here. Its peace is peace of mind. I wouldn’t know what else to call reflections in ink drying.
Wat ben ik aan het doen? I am doing things that haven’t got a name yet. No worldly tags are attached to it. I wait. I breathe. All around me are links to other worlds. Worlds of supply and demand. Worlds of exchange. Worlds that are brimming with attention overload. I only pay attention to these worlds by adding to them. The links that are present in the studio wait for our side to connect. They waver in the air, looking for material clues. Waiting for a motor system to draw them close, grab them, hold them and tie them to anything really.
Then again.
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