Jesus said: “I am the door; if anyone enters through me, he shall be saved, and shall go in and out, and find pasture.” (John 10:9)
A miracle, once, that no one could deny.
A group of people gathers in front of a white wall.
A radio speaks. The present enters as news.
At the same time, another space is drawn—slowly, insistently. A room appears. A window. A door.
The sentence circulates in whispers among the audience. Passed from one body to another, it becomes unstable—somewhere between belief and repetition.
Between the voice of information and the promise of salvation, something begins to shift.
The wall remains. The image insists.
Aesthetics of Disappearance 1. John 10:9 attempts a small miracle: the crossing of a wall.
A hand reaches the drawing. Pushes. For a brief moment, the surface gives way. A body passes through.
Not an illusion, but a crack—where what we see, what we are told, and what we believe no longer coincide.
Produced by DasArts
Amsterdam 2009