My works weave objects into a narrative and rely on the spaces in between what is actually there. The objects serve as clues, to complete the puzzles in our heads while our mind-cogs grind into the social, archaeological and art-historical spheres that our lives encounter. The idea of Poptahof as a space, and of Delft as its context, is a playground for material that is both palpable and conceptual, and it seems appropriate to create a dialogue for these materials in a domestic sense: a reference to the residency as the well as the home and the community in general. Being in Poptahof for me is like walking into a garden that vibrates with the comings and goings of children and commuters and retirees whose activities seem to explode into chaos that is tempered by quiet blocks of brick and greenery. I see the community as an overgrown garden where green, whether flowers or weeds, are beautiful, untended and unruly. I see it as a home where people have lived in for so long, or changed so frequently, their shadows are permanently engraved on the walls, like fossils unearthed from sheets of rock. My idea is to represent such impressions into objects and transform the little spaces in my studio into snapshots of this community existence. For the next three months, I shall be collecting discards as well as flea market finds and will be transforming these into an overgrown garden, and a petrified living space. www