Natascha van Nooijen Kooij

Into the wormhole

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Als honden
The policy kills
Word paintings too
Into the wormhole
All that I see
There is nothing wrong
And still they don't blame us for our silence
Small thoughts
Small thoughts too
Gray dawn
The tribute
A field of thorns
The feet of dust
Under cement
Drawings
Rooms
The fields
I want to sing threads of glass
Flowing on
Word paintings
Konovale 2018
Little installations
Silence
Something else
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In the hidden holes of time, it are the bones I meet, I dig out all their secrets, the influence of invisibility

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