Island; surrounded by streaming water

Our houses are safe bubbles which now seem to be slowly imploding, as the warm, outside air is seeping in through the few remaining keyholes. But out there, in our gardens, the seclusion of the fragile tent forms a natural island in the midst of crawling natural chaos. The island is not under threat, as its undulating nature is both its destruction and its creation. At high tide, the outside waters seep into its sandy pores, but low tide leaves dry, fresh, and fertile land. The tent performs a balancing act between history and future, an island-illusion created with mist and mirroring waters. Our feet perceive the ground as solid, but the surrounding waves whisper to not wait too long, continue walking, move with the tide.

July `22 – Graduation work – Gerrit Rietveld Academie

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