3 jelly bodies, plastic bags, vacuum pump, compressed air
Vault of the former Nederlandse Bank, Eindhoven (2010)
The decaying casts of my body are lying in a narrow corridor in the most protected inner rooms of the bank building. Associations with the bodies of pharaonic mummies is even stronger than in previous versions of Tais-toi et Soit Belle. Why are they still being preserved? Hasn’t their spirit departed for another place a long time ago? Are they just still valuble as an attraction for the tourists that pass by in procession? The respirator is struggling in the oppresive space, the sculptures are longing for peace. It is the last time I show them.