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2018, Bunkerexposities, Met dank aan Stichting Stokroos  

 

The installation tells the visual story of a ‘ confusing Friday evening’. 

In the bunker it is always evening (preferably a Friday, since Friday Evenings are my favorite kind of evenings).  When walking out of the bunker it feels like you wake up from a strange dream. In my mind all sort of landscapes appear, where concrete mountains are growing out of the floor and where you’d be spied by the periscope tube.