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Skepsel
We are all made of the same material. Only our shape is different.
Cattle are created. Modern chickens, cows, pigs, horses, sheep, goats… they are all creatures in the most literal sense of the word. However, no chicken is the same. Every animal has its own personality.
People may play god when it comes to their livestock, but they have more in common with the animals they breed than they realize. So does the average modern cow not know how to graze, while modern man is starving without a supermarket. We are all domesticated and very much depending on each other.
I live on a farm and handle livestock on a daily basis. I photographed these animals and combined their image with a nature picture from my immediate environment.
In an effort to return them to the elements from which they originate. This, however, often turns out to be impossible. The stamp of man is too great, hence the ear tag that is prominent in some of the photo collages.
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The way we treat livestock doesn’t do them a service. In our focus on gain, we ignore who they really are. Too often we close our eyes for their personalities, instincts, preferences and quirks.
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With my photo collages I want to put these beautiful creatures in a different light. So you can see them again and maybe also take glimpses of your own identity. Because in the end we are all made of the same material, only our shape is different.
Creature
fan ûnder de tekkens
riist it skepsel
skonken stinne
swier fan sliep
lapen falle
fan ’t omwuolle liif
dat yn it tsjuster skûle
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wekker wurde
sûnt stjoerman holle juster
it hêft út hannen joech
en ik my glydzje liet
yn ’e wide see fan dreamen
dêr’t ús lytse leven yn om dobberet
en ik my oerliet oan ’e tinzen
dy’t as nuvere fisken
dat wetter bewenje
en elkoar sykje en fine
op wizen
dy’t net spylje
yn ’e logika
fan ’e dei
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wie ik wei
wie ik wer
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no fjil ik my roppen
troch it ljocht en sjoch
in nije moarn
noch mei fochtich flewiel beklaaid
it sêfte riizjen fan ’e sinne
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aansten droeget er mij wer
yn ’e foarm
dy’t ik foar dit leven
yn dizze weareld
oannimme moat
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elke dei
elke nacht
itselde liet
from under the covers
the creature rises
limbs groan
heavy with sleep
rags fall
from the wrapped body
that hid in darkness
awakening
since the helmsman
handed over the wheel yesterday
and I let myself glide
into the wide sea of dreams
In which our little life floats
and I surrendered
to the thoughts
that like strange fish
inhabit those waters
and seek and find each other
in ways
that do not play
in the logic
of the day
i was gone
i returned
now I feel called
by the light and see
a new morning
still clad in damp velvet
the soft rising of the sun
soon he will dry me again
in the shape
that I have to take
in this life
every day
every night
the same song
kepsel
s
“We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.”
- William Shakespeare
“Ultimately, we actually all belong to only one tribe, to Earthlings.”
- Jill Tarter