Fort Beau

pieter van bogaert

pieter@amarona.be

Fort Beau

I never cry for art.
All I can cry for are beginnings and endings.
That is where my thoughts go.
Again and again.
To that place, that moment where everything begins and ends.
I think.
Birth and death.
I think.
Life fading in and out.
I think.
The beginnings and endings of love stories.
I think.
The end of my mother.
I think.
The language, there on the beach, in French: that is the language of my mother.
And I think.
C’est fort beau.

(more soon)

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By way of introduction: a text for THE JOINT

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Fort Beau. Chapter 1: The End
Lecture performance for Performatik 19

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Niet perfect perfect
in gesprek met Jan Ritsema

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Wat je niet kan dwingen
in gesprek met Manon de Boer

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Beyond beauty
a conversation with Sirah Foighel Brutmann & Eitan Efrat

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Before and After. The Art of the Non-Event
a talk for the Third RITCS Arts & Politics Symposium

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Blank Is Beautiful
a conversation in the classroom of Fashion Matters