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Er is geen tijd. Of is er niets dan tijd? | fragment corine 2020 charcoal on paper 250 x 150 cm -
fragment corine 2020 charcoal on paper 250 x 150 cm -
corine 2020 charcoal on paper 250 x 150 cm -
fragment peuter 2020 charcoal on paper 250 x 150 cm -
peuter 2020 charcoal on paper 150 x 70 cm -
silke 2020 charcoal on paper 250 x 150 cm -
bente 2020 charcoal on paper 250 x 150 cm -
rolina 2020 charcoal on paper 250 x 150 cm -
getske 2020 charcoal on paper 250 x 150 cm -
fragment peuter 2020 charcoal on paper 250 x 150 cm -
fragment silke 2020 charcoal on paper 250 x 150 cm -
fragment silke 2020 charcoal on paper 250 x 150 cm -
fragment silke 2020 charcoal on paper 250 x 150 cm -
fragment bente 2020 charcoal on paper 250 x 150 cm -
fragment bente 2020 charcoal on paper 250 x 150 cm -
fragment bente 2020 charcoal on paper 250 x 150 cm -
fragment rolina 2020 charcoal on paper 250 x 150 cm -
fragment rolina 2020 charcoal on paper 250 x 150 cm -
fragment getske 2020 charcoal on paper 250 x 150 cm -
fragment getske 2020 charcoal on paper 250 x 150 cm
Er is geen tijd. Of is er niets dan tijd?
Er is geen tijd. Of is er niets dan tijd? / There is no time. Or is there nothing but time? The last sentences from the poem Eb (low tide) by Margaretha Droogleever Fortuyn-Leenmans (M. Vasalis) is a series of six life-size charcoal drawings.
teken de tijd
The poem inspired me to think about a spatial work, which has taken shape in the installation teken de tijd / draw the time in which generations of women are shown. Especially for the exhibition eb | low tide (July 26 - October 25 2020) at Museum Schokland, the Netherlands. these six life-size rear views of women are printed on white sheets hanging on a clothesline. The clothesline is the place where the relation to time expresses and shows itself. Women of different ages on white sheets waving on a clothesline. Six generations of women become visible in low tide. The low- and high tide cycle manifests itself in drying of the laundry. eb is a temporary condition in which we find ourselves again, but is there progress in that cycle? As time goes on she seems to stand still.