
Dimana Kamu/ Where are you (2020)
Installation (projection, photo’s, performance/audio)
I think in a way you become fused with the things you connect with. Your home, the objects, things and utensils that you surround yourself with and that you use every day.
When my grandmother died after living in the same house for 40 years, I went looking for her right there, just like my sisters and I sometimes look for each other in a store. The elongated, whistling sound we then make, sounds like the slow beckon of a finger.
I looked for my grandma in her home without the expectation or even the intention of finding her.
I looked for her to assure myself that she was just there.
Fragments scattered through space are left.
That which stays, remains.
Is fused with and breathes.
The soul, if you will.
Fraction of what was once complete
only resonates now.
Invisible.
Inaudible.
Undeniably clear and loud.
Here was.
Here is.
Here will be.
Always.











