Time moves slowly here.

In the soft unfolding of light, in a stew that deepens its flavors over hours,

in the way mist clings to the morning rays before it lets go.

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I am drawn to what is fragile, fleeting, and yet persistent. A fabric that frays and holds the memory of touch. A piece of wood weathered by rain until it tells a softer story. A photograph that keeps the trace of a moment, long after the moment itself has passed. My sculptures, textiles, and photography are shaped from this sensitivity. Materials that carry time within them.

To make friends with time is to welcome slowness. Sometimes I wander through  landscapes to gather plants, shrooms and pigments, sometimes I cook over fire, sometimes I shape an object until it feels like it has always existed. Each act is a way of noticing and realizing that time is not only measured but also felt. That a memory is not behind us, but alive and shifting. Whether through wood, fabric, photography, or installation, the essence remains the same: poetic, vulnerable and rooted in stillness.

Sometimes I collect these stories, recipes, and glimpses

in a newsletter, which you can join here. 

Or you can wander back through those already written over here.

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Lobke Roenhorst (1997)

Lives and works in Arnhem, The Netherlands

lobkeroenhorst@hotmail.com

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