Yawning, I open the curtains of my bedroom. Before my sleepy eyes, unfolds a world bathed in sunlight. Curtains are a kind of dividing line between two opposing worlds. My bedroom curtain separates the sleeping world from the harsh realistic outside world.
I’m still a bit drowsy in the kitchen. Chewing on my breakfast, my thoughts go back to the curtains. In the present, there is an invisible curtain between the terrible violence of war in Ukraine and the still peaceful part of Europe.
There used to be an Iron Curtain between the world in the East and the world in the West. There was also, maybe still, a Bamboo curtain between a part of Asia and China. Today there is an information curtain between the (fake) virtual and real worlds. Always that dividing line or curtain between two opposing worlds. Worlds that developed separately and did everything to convince each other that their world was the best.
I slide my virtual curtains open and closed as a kind of day and night rhythm. As I don’t want to see the real world and withdraw into my own world. A world of being creative. To be able to organize my thoughts. Create new drawings. Trying to understand this crazy world. My virtual curtains are very functional in that respect and also a kind of protection.
I get up. Let things go. I slide open the curtain in my head to everyday reality. Ah, yes…
