The room is supposed to be constricting and uncomfortable. It reminds one of a second skin. Perhaps even remembers how it must have been in the womb. Curled up in a skin-like sphere, which at first glance seems too little resistant, almost fragile. You don't trust it, does it hold you or does it burst as soon as you give in? You are cut off from the world, muffled in a space that demands complete trust from its visitor. The first step is all he needs to reveal himself to you. Do you dare?
Because only after the inner tension is released, you start to feel comfortable in the extremely soft and yet tear-proof sphere.
Being closed off with yourself.
2020