The Netherlands and United Kingdom, 1995
Textiles lie at the border between the self and the world. They present the malleable boundary that lies between my inner dream world and the external surrounding. They are the surface of contact. The clothes we wear, the sheets we sleep in, or the semi-transparant curtains hanging in front of our windows. On one side met by the owner, and on the other side by a glance of a stranger, the touch of a friend, the wooden chair or a rather cold wall. Beneath this phenomena lies the tension between opposites. The desire to withdraw or to be alone and the need to engage with one's surrounding. 'space is nothing but a horrible inside outside', says Garston Bachelard. It is a continuous play of sides, with sporadic alternation between the two, withdrawing from and engaging with the surrounding.