Joey Schrauwen

Handling the machine, I move in spirit of the present. When extended, the weight causes leaning and bending. It survives by giving way; like trees in the wind.

As the object unfolds it deepens the sense of space. The expansion and retraction challenges the magnitude of a body.

The creaking wood echoes. The scissors reach out to pick up even the faintest signals. Through focus and duration the faces of present spirits surface.

photos by William van der Voort