My Fruit Is Your Fruit, 2023

Installation, mixed-media; ceramics, fruit, wood, sheets.

In Table This For Now, with Sandberg Fine Art 22/24, in NEVERNEVERland - https://www.nevernever.nl

My Fruit Is Your Fruit, is a sculptural installation consisting of two sculptures; The Border Of The Room, and Vessels For Solitude, embodying A Rare Us Space.
    A Rare Us-Space is a poetic essay, in which the tension between self-love and other-love; devotion and solitude, is explored through a metaphorical encounter between two figures; I and You. Each represents a way of being relational, that both nourishes and deprives the other of their love. In their attempts to establish, and maintain a space to be together as ‘Us’, they shift between losing a sense of self and losing their coherence. In short moments of dissolving, appears a deep sense of loneliness, that causes them to return to familiar modes of being eternally.

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Poem 4 _ Is it possible to encounter in the wrong space?


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A flickering light covers and uncovers this chest,

Slightly tilted it lays on the damp floor.




Everything resonates; its breath, pulse, and silence.

It is quiet.




Although sounds move through the space as they bounce from the walls, they pass through the chest and become part of mass, without movement or affecting its pulse.




The meat is tense and the skin is stretched.

The lights reveal how thinly the skin lays and how ephemeral the flesh holds itself.




The torso in its bareness exists on the edge of unwillingness.

It does not breathe in exclusion.




To persist, against what it knows, it needs to be aware of all the veins,

that become unpredictable movements in every flash.




The veins confirm an expectation of more,

smaller being and a dependency.




They represent the truth of otherness.

Not at a distance, but right through the flesh.


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The Border Of Us, is a room divider, made with stretched sheets, that have been embroidered to tell the story that we tell ourselves to remain alone from left to right, and to never be alone again from right to left.


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We are rarely Us,

Your presence means that I am alone,

My fruit is your fruit,

Only inside do we have dirty feet.

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Us exists in this space, without a door, so although you resemble an obstruction at the beginning, ’us’ is always open. We cannot exist elsewhere. In this space, we are, although we are both rather whole than part, together. We are not dissolving or eating each other’s dirt. We just stand with our backs against broken white walls, whilst we try to catch the shifting shapes that the objects create. We talk about the shapes we catch and sometimes when we are moved by the shapes, we pass them on to each other, giving each other an eye.

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I felt your back against the wall, before my own. You learn to recognize when I am hungry when you are not. I learn to be less insecure. You learn to hold your hands still. I learn to wait. I continue to slice fruit for you, for me, and sometimes we hum.

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Vessels for Solitude are two fruit bowls glazed blue, the most unnatural color, that provide willingly, and less willingly, fruits to be sliced for ‘Yourself and Someone Else’. During the exhibition, both bowls provide the visitor with ripe, and juicy fruits, a small knife, alongside a small instructive note.