Staan
an ongoing series of exercises


On a balcony in Recklinghausen (photo Ton Kraayeveld)

-For 15 minutes I stood on a balcony at the first floor of a hotel in Recklinghausen, Germany. My face toward the East, my arms beside my body.
-For 15 minutes I stood on a rocking jetty on the river Beneden Merwede, Dordrecht, the Netherlands. My face toward the North-East, my arms beside my body.
-For 15 minutes I stood next to a tree. My face toward the South, my arms beside my body.
-For 15 minutes I stood in a public toilet in Tilburg, the Netherlands. My face toward the wall, my arms beside my body.
-For 15 minutes I stood in front of an art venue. My face toward the door, my arms beside my body.
-For 15 minutes I stood in the aisle of a train, driving from Rotterdam to Amsterdam. My face toward the North-East, my arms beside my body.
-For 15 minutes I stood in front of the painting
of Piet Mondrian. My face toward the painting, my arms beside my body.
-For 15 minutes I stood in a forest, listening to the sound of hunting guns. My eyes closed, my arms beside my body.
-For 15 minutes I stood in the aisle of a Boeing 767-300, flying between the Netherlands and Iceland, contemplated the enormity of the ocean below. My eyes closed, my arms beside my body.
-For 15 minutes I stood in front of a window of the apartment, looking into the nocturnal city. My face toward the East, my arms beside my body.
-For 15 minutes I stood at the shore of a lake, watching a ship approaching slowly. My face toward the East, my arms beside my body.
-For 15 minutes I stood silent in the middle of an empty square, my face in a randomly chosen direction, my arms beside my body.