Josien de Geus

When an object can’t serve its purpose, for example, because it’s broken, too old or not usable anymore, we are able to see it the way it manifests itself. A life does not understand why is exists. What gives it shape? What makes it meaningful? You are born and wrapped in a blanket. When you die, it is laid over you. During your life, you lie under a blanket every night, that you clean, put away, iron, tuck in and throw out when it’s used up. The daily contact with a blanket is fused with our lives. Over and over again the blanket revealed itself to me, like it told something about my own existence. I saw: this is also how I am. In that space not understanding why it’s there and why it exists. It is as touching as absurd. Thats’s how we all are, thats what humans are.