as you pass the wall lingers, we made w/ Adriane Bastiaens
2025
installation
At the site of Eight Cubic Meters, the concrete wall seemed still, yet rain, wind, heat and passing gazes kept touching its surface. A poem was written in response to these encounters and cast into concrete plates only four millimetres thick.
The concrete cracked and broke under its own weight and its changing relations with the surroundings. The poem, which speaks of passing and lingering, gradually lost its stable linguistic form, continuously interrupted and rewritten through material change.
It is a slow time growing inside the concave space, and it scatters, as the passers fade.
