she/her

°1981, Belgium

lives and works in Antwerp

Master of fine arts, sculpture (SLA), 2005

Advanced Master of research in art and design in a social political context (SLA), 2025

When I was 37,
my life ended.
His hands on my throat,
his angry breath
in my face.

When I was 37, my life ended. His hands on my throat, his angry breath in my face. My hopes, my plans, my family, my self… were all gone. Popping one bubble set off a chain reaction in my head, in my heart. Nostalgia had softened the edges of so many memories, I no longer knew what was lived and what was confabulated for my survival. With all my illusions deflated at my feet, I began rebuilding my life, re-imagining my self. I tucked, untucked, and retucked loose edges. I cut every string, burnt familiar bridges, ventured to the road less travelled. I was left with two unanswered questions: Where do I belong? and How do I get home?
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