Welkom in het Lost & Found archief. Sinds 1997 heeft Lost & Found meer dan 200 avonden voor verdwaalde beelden en geluiden samengesteld. Kunstenaars, schrijvers, wetenschappers en muzikanten laten werk in ontwikkeling zien, experimenteren of tonen werk dat (nog) niet in hun oeuvre past. Een specifiek en uniek podium voor divers en hybride werk dat in een museaal circuit geen plaats heeft.
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Gepubliceerd in Mister Motley 12-05-2018
The evening began with congregation. Then, a figure appeared, cloaked. A fortune cookie was thrust in our hands as we were led to a tight winding stairwell, into the rough and unmaintained bowels of De Waag. The cookie was broken: ‘Your road to glory will be rocky, but fulfilling.’ The cloaked figure nodded. It turned out to be Mini Maxwell; our guiding light. She opened the wooden door to a space where we were greeted with the first of many rituals
LD Garnier welcomed us with his alchemistic table laying in wait. Test tubes lay in iced bowls, flagons of colored liquid lay strewn across the table. The formalism of the setting was undone by his slightly nervous candor. Like he was presenting a gift he hoped we would enjoy. He invited us to place a small seed into our mouths and to bite on it. It gave a nervous sensation that numbed our tongues. LD asked us to drink from a glass that he already warned was bitter - a gesture that cannot help remind one of the sacrament. Take this for it is my body. After the taste of the cocktail abates, it left only a tingling anticipation in the mouth.
Written for L&F Proforma Anatomicum (06–04–2018)
Editor of L&F Theatrum Anatomicum (01–12–2017)