The day we went to bury my father El Mahjoub, in the middle of deep pain and grief, a white horse appeared to me in front of the Cementery el Ghofrane (Forgiveness). Either oblivious, or omniscient of my turmoil, the white horse was standing in a vast emty field. It was there everytime I visited. I felt it as a reminder of the continuity of life.

I reconstructed the scene in a VR scene to revisit this recurrent moment.

Radio conversation at Radio Paleis during Prospects and Concepts 2023, Van Nelle Fabriek Rotterdam.