Onderkomen voor onrustige mannen en vrouwen (Shelter for restless men and women)

Spring was my season at The Fifth Season, an artist’s residence on the grounds of a psychiatric hospital. I kept my house rather empty, to let it breathe freely. The furniture made ​​space for stories. The house was nearly transparent, with its large windows along three sides. I could hear the trees emerging. The house would turn green. The transparent glass boundary would dissolve to let the trees in. Before commencing my working day, I’d wait...overwhelmed by the beauty of the awakening nature.

Visitors dropped by and told me stories. I gave them my time and my ability to listen. I had become a listening ear. The idea of being the village ear fascinated me. I dreamt that I was resting on a huge ear; my body curled up like an animal, with my ear against the huge ear. The ear would pass on the stories it had heard earlier on.