Flower pedals and fallen leaves, fabrics and colored pieces of glass open doors while others close, touch upon an ever changing landscape, a narrative with no given context. Traces of light illuminate a low lid space, old fashioned slide projectors paint multi-layered structures on a wall, interact with the movement of the dancer Maartje Pasman. The images taken are process-based, sudden appearances on the horizon of our senses.

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Text: unstill.net