babette bervoets: 2013

maandag 2 september 2013

2-9-2013

A story...

I am standing in a factory. No machinery, no electricity, no people. Not even stairs or walls. Just a large empty space. I am all alone. It’s quite and peaceful, there is no need to be scared or worried. The walls used to be white; hard work has been done here, one could tell by looking at these walls. A bright light shines down through the ceiling windows, illuminates half the place. And as I walk through this industrial factory, completely occupied by it’s impressive size, I’m not wondering what I am doing here... or noticing the words that are placed on the concrete floor. My eyes are still blinded by the light from above, all I see is dust swirling down. My breathing is calm, my moving slow, I am relaxed. When a door gently shuts at the back of the building I know I am not alone anymore. The artist walked in and I can see an indescribable amount of words written down or glued on a concrete floor, for me to read. Without looking behind I continue my walk, too exited to stop. Some of the words I can read, others I can’t. Random words are orderly placed before me in a very creative way; horizontal and vertical connected to eachother and becoming lines, as I come to know while I observe. Some are cut out like the ones they use in ransom notes. They make me curious and long for more... My wish comes true and new words appear out of nowhere in complete silence. The words keep coming, and coming, and coming... And as I discover more, the words become smaller, almost too small to read. But that doesn’t worry me, no room for worries. All nice and meaningful words, creating a poem, no need for explaination, I just know. Without figuring out the meaning of this poem or the individual meaning of the words –that is obviously not the point- I understand completely what this is about and I feel an amazing connection to this piece of art.

[This was my dream, and you were in it.]