generally translated as ‘the deep connection you feel when walking alone in the forest’, this word also stands for a feeling of insecurity in a dark and unpredictable space.
A room turns into a room
turns into a room
turns into a black hole,
an overripe piece of fruit.
A baroque miniature with faded colours, little hatches that open and close, light, darkness and a whole lot of strings. This cabinet of curiosities is the newest addition to Verdonck’s series of table-size mobile theatres.
Created by Benjamin Verdonck and Lucas Van Haesbroeck
A bunch of magic boxes,
stars, music, a house,
doors that open and close again.
“The unresolved tension between the charm of the miniature theatre and stories about the slow disaster of growing up in a confusing world makes Liedje voor Gigi deeply moving.” (Pieter T’Jonck in De Morgen, 22 January 2018)
Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind (where have all the flowers gone)
‘Nothing retains its shape. For Nature, who renews all things, keeps recreating one form
from another. And, believe me, nothing in the entire universe can die, but things do alter, changing how they look. What men call ‘being born’ is just the start of turning into something different from what was there before, and ‘dying’ means ceasing to remain in the same form. Though this thing may perhaps change into that, and that to this, the total sum of things remains unchanged.’
Ovid, Book XV
with three vogue magazines
tape and a pair of scissors
benjamin verdonck demonstrates that
ovid is still right about this