Yesterday I have heard your breath,
Through the old timber which graciously supports your lungs,
Last night, when walking upstairs I heard whispers of your existence.
Those dusty windows that you hold as memory had recalled my own Josephina.
You, the same way as her - have sealed all those years within vitrines of urban window frames.
This outfit had allowed nomads seeking for a shelter to expose their goodies.
As a modern nomad, for a brief day, I have settled, looking for my own lost goodies.
Just behind your back, I have found those finite meadows.
I have brought you some buttercups.
If mixed with milk, it shall cleanse the essence.
Or at least my own Josephina believed in fairy tales.
Before I go, I must thank you for the support this old timber had provided.
For now, dear Josephina, enjoy the sunrays coming through your gracious windows.
Duration: 8 minutes
Part of 24 hours residency at Kunsthuis SYB, Beetsterzwaag, NL