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Dear Journalist,
I sought out a number of artworks. Some were in the S.M.A.K. collection, others I requested. What they have in common is their origin. They arose out of their maker’s fever, the bustling space of the studio, hoping to find their way to an individual, an institution, a collection. But even there they may vanish into the folds of anonymity, chiselled without a face, wounded in the past. This makes them vulnerable.
I am not concerned with what makes artworks into artworks. I am more interested in how they find a new environment, how they encounter not only the visitor, but also …