CORONA ESCAPE 01 from the series "Filled Emptiness unique worlds"
Escape from the lockdown 01
Since mid-March 2020, suddenly nothing was possible. Prospects were cancelled, visits made impenetrable. On 8 April, I planned a visit from Hamburg, none of it materialised. Alexander did not come. I could no longer collect my ordered frames for my exhibition and that is until now May 4. Everything was banned, gatherings, purchases in crowded shops . It didn't bother me. I never liked crowds. The consumer society did not have a full member in me, nor am I a drinker, and with amazement I walk past long racks full of elegant wine bottles : not for me. Drinking is reprehensible, but woe betide the addicts who have to brave rows of tempters at every purchase, discouraged, touted in all languages and packaging. Dubious attitude of disapproval and temptation. But now : lock-down, the cork on life's urges, but as always , I don't participate. I organise, invent, escape. Purchases I have to handle, of course, no problem, a pleasant interlude that is not too bad, a dash of old habit, prodding of needs and not needs, persists. The waiting and sometimes fighting spectacle at the entrance I take note of. Power relations change. The entrance guard suddenly becomes weighty, demanding obedience and respect, acting weighty, sending away or helping. All facets are possible Another is indifferent, rational or helpful.
My time must now be allocated differently Sitting at home is not an option. Weekly museum visits fall away, my daily walk around the lake is closed-too much of a crowd. Then I shift my terrain to the surroundings, along forests, dusty roads or cobblestone roads.
There I suddenly discover the birth forest! A new young plantation with a thousand saplings, dense to dense that start the fight for survival. Those without strength go out. Those with strength grow up and stay. The others disappear and so the birth forest forms into a normal forest later. The names of children born between 2008 and 2013 are written on panels there. I see my grandchild with her name listed in a long line of strange children and my own. A tawdry children's drawing peaks at the edge and lures you into the forest. So awkwardly beautiful and devilishly energetic. Then I walk on, surrounded by wild old woods , with sturdy white trees and fallen birches and smooth , hefty beeches and leaning oaks and triples that hold the sky in their dance. So wild and barren and hoarse now becomes the view. A white fallen birch thwarts the great wild forest, lets rest, swing and explore. Here lies my daily amusement. I note sight after sight, trunk after trunk, fallen crown and broken, split pole. The wild forest is oh so disordered , not harmonious, not a forest's first choice, but a fight for't survival, like the state of man on earth now , and as it always was. I decide to hold every interesting sight, not my normal choice, but a forced corona forest, lock-down, escape battle forest, sometimes becoming harmonious when man intervened, but falling back to feral and measuring forces when nature strikes back. So I start a series and scan the forest for interesting views. Every day I capture a different perspective . There is very little colour, all the more wild movement and unforgettable blue skies that brighten 't view mediterranean . Of course they are my interpretations, creations.
©️ Gabriëlla Cleuren
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