𝕲𝖔𝖉𝖘𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖍
24 April - 27 September
@oudekerkamsterdam
Old feeling made unfamiliar of something that exceeds both languages I use: can’t show, you have to see. Not authored but in becoming. Many hands making lights work and all our bodies in the fray with shovels and rakes. Cycles and returns in this site of circulation, old friends and new, lives I’ve lived among other lives held in this place. Roll up, pay up, blessings to heaven; geld not extricable from the insurance policy that is belief. Grass seeds sown in the rubble of once-built houses now razed: dust to dust starts to sprout. Young trees that grow through concrete in the city’s last free terrain reach heavenwards despite all, and a tree needs a scaffold the way that faith needs an architecture. And the light changes all the time, which is how I know it’s a conversation.
With greatest of thanks to the kindness, commitment and gastvrijheid van
@mariannavanderzwaag ,
@thamonihsan ,
@mariette_2day and the whole team at the church who understood the assignment and fought the law so that this could happen; to my friend, collaborator and sometime project consultant
@joe_hi1 whose grace and cosmic thinking made every day better and saved the show; to Joep, Rob, Robert, Meinbert, Sjak, Edward, Stella, Lizzie, Mhairi, Kato, Thomas and Bas of
@anythingispossible.nl - for the speelse goedhartige geest dat er heersde in de kerk deze weken, jullie waren heel gezellig om mee samen te werken. To all at
@hetgroeneveld especially my old pal Daan and to Victor for that fucked up tarp that became Maria, and to everyone who lent tools and space and trust. To the congregation of the church, singing in the final slide: deze tentoonstelling is voornamelijk voor jullie bedoeld. To
@buildgreene_ for their genius last minute advice and for ringing bells alongside fellow genius
@yea.mhmmhm ; to
@tomhardwickallan , who came to prayer with an armful of buckets and whose dream hymn, “Said a friend of the light,” is borrowed here to soundtrack the ascent of Mary. To
@aa__walter for liaising w the dead and you know why else. And finally, to Whomsoever-It-May-Concern all up in and around us:
yes ma’am, jaaá-men, ¡mer-𝘴𝘪!