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


29, 30, 31.08 & 01.09.2019 (creation) —  Kunstfest Weimar (D)