Zoe Schoonbrood

No space you enter is ever the same when you leave it.
No place you've wandered returns in memory unaltered.
No touch, however familiar, remains unchanged in time.

Every subtle shift bends the light of what you thought you knew.

So I ask—how can we trust that memory holds truth?
How can we be sure,
when even the door just crossed fades from the mind like a dream at dawn?

This space, this now, this fragile thread of reality—
it too will crease and weather,
softly folding into something else.

And so, everything is always becoming.
Always unfamiliar.
Always new.

Marvelous, isn’t it?

Master of Fine Arts - Royal Academy of Fine Art Antwerp Belgium