A field of thorns.
The space is white. Blankets are laid on the floor, covered with a layer of plaster. There are three large white beds on this white floor. The window at the front is also white. The light that still shines inside becomes diffuse and misty. The mattresses of the beds are made of large knitted sheets. The wires are still attached and fall down through the cloth. A figure of a human body can still be discerned vaguely. On the middle bed most clearly, drawings are scratched, showing people. The full blankets give the floor something springy and soft. In the room there is a small black hole, this is the entrance to a small cellar. You have to squat down to watch a movie. A girl perpetually jumps on a bed. In the upper space, in the white space, you see a powerless feeling, a surrender. But deep down in the basement sits and jumps an everlasting power
Een veld van doornen
Maldoror in 1664, 1998