2020.9.2 – 9.30
Erwin Olaf

The visual narrative of April Fool 2020 gives shape to the emotions and images that paralysed me after we all suddenly woke up in the surreal nightmare of his pandemic.

Fear and powerlessness have dominated me for a few weeks now; I feel like an insignificant extra in some morbid film, the conclusion of which is entirely unknown. The plane in which we are all sitting has lost its engines-the benevolent silence is only a harbinger for what is still to come.

The supermarket shelves, empited by hoarders, made me realise that for decades I have assumed that everything would always be there, that our dancing on the volcano’s edge would never end.

Nothing could be further from the truth, and here I stand, my mouth full or teeth. Vacantly I walk around, waiting for the utter unknown, afraid of an enemy that I cannot see, and who I fortunately cannot feel yet.

The house of cards is collapsing, and we are all the joker.

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