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Daan Peeters

I spent many parts of my childhood in ruins, prehistoric caves, dying cathedrals, archaeological sites, and gravel pits. In the wake of destruction, I learned how time sculpts every stone carefully and precisely. A Greek column would shape shift to become an autonomous sculpture. A demonstration of Nature always has the upper hand. A ruin embodies paradoxes; a ruin is a remnant ‘off’ and a portal ‘in’. It’s a constant reminder of the passing of time. In melancholic fashion, we reminisce about the time before mass media.

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