BLURRING THE LINES
BLURRING THE LINES

Rick van der Klooster

The Day the Birds stopped Singing

EDITION

2021

school

Academie voor Kunst en Vormgeving St. Joost
Breda, The Netherlands

In the beginning of 2020, before the pandemic, I witnessed this little pigeon hopping her way up the stairs before me. It made me laugh, then she just flew away before reaching the top. At that moment I was thinking about my future, about the consequences of adulthood, about the future of the world we live in. Seeing that bird just flying away after I laughed at her snapped something in me. At first I thought about why she decided to live in this car filled, grey concrete city I live in. Later I found out that they, just like a lot of people my age, fled to the city because what was once their natural habitat doesn’t provide for a good future anymore. ‘The Day the Birds stopped Singing’ revolves around this feeling of liminality and precarity. Black and white portraits of my peers and the local birds come together in city parks where it is neither day or night. Together they convey a story about this contrasting feeling of growing up in a fading world. What use do we have for our wings, if there is nowhere to land?

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Rick van der Klooster

The Day the Birds stopped Singing

EDITION

2021

school

Academie voor Kunst en Vormgeving St. Joost
Breda, The Netherlands

In the beginning of 2020, before the pandemic, I witnessed this little pigeon hopping her way up the stairs before me. It made me laugh, then she just flew away before reaching the top. At that moment I was thinking about my future, about the consequences of adulthood, about the future of the world we live in. Seeing that bird just flying away after I laughed at her snapped something in me. At first I thought about why she decided to live in this car filled, grey concrete city I live in. Later I found out that they, just like a lot of people my age, fled to the city because what was once their natural habitat doesn’t provide for a good future anymore. ‘The Day the Birds stopped Singing’ revolves around this feeling of liminality and precarity. Black and white portraits of my peers and the local birds come together in city parks where it is neither day or night. Together they convey a story about this contrasting feeling of growing up in a fading world. What use do we have for our wings, if there is nowhere to land?

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