Sint Anthonius
-- 2022
An exploration of family relations, patron saints and kinship. It is devided in five chapters: lily, bread, child, book and a kneeling donkey.
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Chapter one, bread:
I see my close family as a fluid line, I feel very connected with my parents and grandparents. We originate from each other, crawled out of eachothers bodies. I once was part of my mother, so was she and so forth. My body was hers, and a bit my dad’s. We are living forth as a collective.
There is one picture of my dad, that is engraved in my mind. He is about sixteen, seventeen years old. On vacation: he is shirtless and tanned. As dark as he still can get, which always makes people question his ethnicity. My dad was quite skinny but not in a concerning way, just typical teenage boy skinny. He is wearing red swimming shorts and a pearl necklace around his neck. On his head brown wavy hair. My dad is sitting on a bar or fence, in the background a playground. Next to him a boy with a sleeveless striped shirt, a nephew, I think. And a girl with semi long hair, a cousin?
It is his face that is peculiar. It is not his face, it is mine. I cannot put my finger on what exactly it is. It almost makes me believe I have existed before.
Chapter one, bread:
I see my close family as a fluid line, I feel very connected with my parents and grandparents. We originate from each other, crawled out of eachothers bodies. I once was part of my mother, so was she and so forth. My body was hers, and a bit my dad’s. We are living forth as a collective.
There is one picture of my dad, that is engraved in my mind. He is about sixteen, seventeen years old. On vacation: he is shirtless and tanned. As dark as he still can get, which always makes people question his ethnicity. My dad was quite skinny but not in a concerning way, just typical teenage boy skinny. He is wearing red swimming shorts and a pearl necklace around his neck. On his head brown wavy hair. My dad is sitting on a bar or fence, in the background a playground. Next to him a boy with a sleeveless striped shirt, a nephew, I think. And a girl with semi long hair, a cousin?
It is his face that is peculiar. It is not his face, it is mine. I cannot put my finger on what exactly it is. It almost makes me believe I have existed before.