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Full Object Archive as of September 29th, 2025

A few words

I am a friend of systems and structures, and my initial idea for this archive was to keep on updating it meticulously whenever I would lose an object or run out of something or buy something or make something new. However, very early on I figured that this would never happen. For example: I lost one of my socks last week, yet I decided to stick to the image where I still have both of them on. I even like the picture with only the right sock more because there you can see my cool naked foot. But I believe that the left sock will reappear at some point. It just has to, the reappearing sock cannot stay an autofictional outcome; otherwise my archive is not as honest as I would want it to be.

Anyway, the boundaries of this system of archiving every object in my possession are very easily explored. My toothpaste will run empty by the end of the week, and I didn't even try presenting the contents of my fridge. I don't have the time or dedication to monitor my belongings this precisely; frankly, it stresses me out and even makes me feel a bit sad to be constantly confronted with my physical belongings. There is freedom in mindlessly accumulating objects. Even I, as I've always thought of myself as someone who is highly aware of the objects they surround themselves with, found a bag of tools that I have never noticed before. It is freeing to let go of our responsibility for the things we own, to just throw them on a pile in the corner where we might or might not find them when their time to shine has come; but I believe that where I live, there is too much of this refusal to take responsibility. Every object we own was produced somewhere, by someone or something. People worked for this, animals died for it, something was taken away from nature. In fact I believe that we all have a responsibility to be aware of our belongings and furthermore find the strength to come to a point where we can say that we have enough, and as someone who moved more than they wanted to, the thought of sitting in a room that is bursting at the seams from tons of useless and unused shit is frightening the hell out of me.

This is becoming a bit of a ramble, but these are kind of the main thoughts that arose in me while I was developing this archive. The belief in a responsibility towards the objects we possess and the errors that occur when we try too hard to act upon it. More thoughts were: I wish my body looked different on these pictures, and I wish I had different objects to show. I wish the colour of the floor was different; I love my room, but this orange wood is just so ugly. I hope no one notices that this blue IKEA bag in the back contains roundabout 50 empty Coca Cola bottles. And why did I not put in any artworks? I could have made pictures of all the drawings and paintings I made. I say that I am protecting my artistic practice from this structure, don't want my work to forfeit any of its freedom upon an artificial framework. And that I see it as something ever-changing, the physicality of my work I mean. Maybe this is a lie though, because I just decided not to make this a constantly ongoing project and thus actually did create a framework in which all of it could fit for once. The truth is, I just want it to be over with, don't wanna go into photographing again at this point.

Maybe I can repeat this project next year, and then be a bit more precise. I don't know where I'll be by then, but I'll probably have access to the circa 9 moving boxes that are waiting for me in place A. I'll do it all again then, and it will be a pain in the ass I think.
I sometimes wonder if the ways in which I make myself vulnerable through my work are brave or stupid. But now I did it anyway. I hope you enjoyed.