We Are Watches, So I Never Come Too Late
"In the hall of a theatre I hung large plastic and rubber curtains (4m by 2m). They were combined with harsh-coloured plexi-works. The images on them abstract with suggestions of dirt, dust and uncontrolableness. The whole was framed with insipid, sentimental texts. The opening night was graced by ‘Stalag 6’, a Brussels punk-band which vomited aggressive sounds and body-art.
On the occasion of this show a folio with silk-screened strips was published, these define a sphere of disorientation and impotence within the exposition."