Kai Udema


Het Hem terrain is the host of a series of unused buildings, characterised by their arrangements of fractured windows. Their once uninterrupted surfaces of glass have been replaced with absences of glass; the usually smooth reflections have made way for an emptiness coloured black by the darkness of the interior behind it, frozen between the four bars of a window frame.

Although the image of those holes is flat and static, their creation is justified in terms of movements and dynamic processes. A rock in trajectory, a fired bullet, an explosion, a human mind in boredom or frustration. It is in the perceived flatness of the holes that these processes have been paused. A metaphysical interruption of the ongoing; a frozen still of the world in the midst of its own becoming.

Symptoms is an ongoing formal exercise on looking, and on noticing what is not there by noticing what is.