Welcome to the Lost & Found archive, featuring photographs and reports from our evenings as well as information about the participating artists. The artists’ websites are published here so they can be contacted directly. All flyers have been photographed; their materiality is visible, with corners, folds, and relief retaining their tactile quality on screen.This site takes the form of a growth model and behaves as a work in its own right: it is always, and never, finished. The site functions as an archive and is not updated regularly; if you wish for a change or update, you may submit a request.
Since 1997, over 200 sessions of stray images and sound have been organised. Artists, writers, scientists and musicians present work in progress, experiment or present work that doesn't fit into their oeuvre (yet). A specific and unique stage for diverse and hybrid works which don't fit comfortably into galleries or museums.
fashion journalist, curator and art director (NL), website
Published 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)