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OORVERDOVENDE STILTE

‘OORVERDOVENDE STILTE’

Distance is no longer expressed in kilometers. In contrast, your physical neighbour may live in such a different bubble that he feels further away then your aquintance who’s 
living 1,000 east of you.
Not only does he ask different questions to the ‘all-knowing’ Google. He also gets different answers.

Also distance is not measured in kilometres,… but in meters, when a pandemic takes over leeway is going to determine. It becomes one and a half meters… for anyone, friend or
foe, without regard of the person. Everyone is potentially contagious, potentially dangerous, including yourself. 
Physical contact, how incidentally, is a need that all people have in common. This will be, especially in this Corona year in increasingly supplanted by a thousand 
times greater amount remote interactions, courtesy of Facebook, Twitter and everyone else. I tried the metamorphosis of it concept of distance in my collages.
The many hands as the desire to touch and be touched. The cut up, fragmented images as a metaphor for the 
extremely personal reality that the internet presents you and the compelling “perfect bodies” that the social media constantly tell us as the highest achievable in 
the “real world”.
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