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currently
> philosophy at University of Amsterdam
> part of Het Kleinste Kamertje
> EYE x Filmkrant FilmLab program

previously
> BA in visual culture & society at Utrecht University
> film curator/programmer at Filmcafé
> video edit + production intern at We Wander

hi@lotteverkaik.com

all about visual arts and culture -
producing, writing, curating

WHEN I WAS EIGHT YEARS OLD, I went to get an iPod shuffle with my dad. I remember I cried to entire car ride back. As if I was aware of how all items, in both mental and physical realm, would become a burden. A museum futurists would destroy. Something to cry about, as I desperately try to visualize the colour (but realize I forgot a long time ago)
 
My room is the lost & found of emotions. Sentiments, which are carefully stored in, soaked up, devoured by my possessions. Touched, looked at, used, worn. When I lost my favorite jacket the other day, I felt sad. Sad because I didn't want to let go of that piece of me yet. It still shares the color of my current diary, the color of my mind, the color of limitations. It might be the universes way of telling that sometimes you can't help but lose yourself. That you split your soul into too many objects too quickly. Scattered in all these timelines, making your bedroom a timeless permanent dread.