Handwriting in white and blue

Handwriting in White and Blue

The citywater rises, drops again, carries fragmented materials and moving organisms. Decay and growth are entangled with each other on the backside of the industry, where the walls carry paintings in mould and the rusty pipes send their wastewater into the canal. A context that seems to be defined by destruction.

The fingers that once constructed the cotton and paper weaving tingle, while my feet walk away from its handwriting. They leave the lines behind that invite the weather to interact.

Function loses its form, the more weathering nestles in the fibres.

This project has been made during the master Textile Design at KASK School of Arts Ghent. 2021/2023

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Looking up: as if the sky could explain the things I was seeing around me.

Paul Auster (1987) In the Country of Last Things

Does it come to animals as it does to humans?

Is dead more efficient with a striped tiger as it is with a spotted dog?

Greenaway, P.(1985) A Zed and Two Noughts.

De scherpe geur van verschillende verbrande materialen wordt over het water gedragen langs mijn gezicht, mijn longen in. Onderweg neemt ze een vleug door de lentezon opgewarmd, vuil zoetwater mee in haar stroom, om dat wat ik om me heen zie met een volledig geurenpalet in te kunnen kleuren. Aan deze kant van het water leven de dingen op zichzelf verder. Ontsnapt aan de grijpers zijn ze een beweging met het water aangegaan. Tussen de met algen begroeide rotsen liggen vormen die geen eigen naam hebben.