Popel, Light Spaces, time travel
I visited my mother yesterday. A cousin of hers (what’s that to me?) delved into the family history, and it produced new material that I am now taking with me. Old photos of my grandfather’s brother and their parents, and even further back. It’s going into the archives.
I see myself, an age ago.
I drove on to Museum Hilversum and saw the exhibition. Popel Coumou and Tamar Frank have arranged Light Spaces. I was especially curious about Popel Coumou’s work. I had heard of her in the podcast Springvossen and seen her work online, but I did not know Tamar Frank’s work.
Passing the cash register in Museum Hilversum is a small task for someone who is not that keen on conversation. The extremely friendly staff wants to explain the exhibition and the building in which the museum is located, the old city hall, where even the prison is still preserved – in the women’s restroom – I now know.
Eventually, I am let loose in the museum. Light Spaces is inspiring. Very rewarding.
Outside, It just won’t stop raining.