The text for the catalogue. Can also be read on site at the installation.

They are artificial: the uniformly green pastures, the piebald cows with their over-sized udders, the regular rows of trees in the woods, the dead straight paths in the reed land of the Weerribben..... Our nature has been planned and created by man. Shaped or misshaped through exploitation and efficiency. Plants and animals we have a taste for or which we put to use abound. But everything that thwarts us has a hard time or is wiped out. Was wiped out? Who knows. So far, developments always pivot around man. Man decides. Man determines. Always man. Always we. Even when the outcome is not what we intend it to be. And suddenly things get out of hand and we are no longer in control. The climate changes at double-quick speed. All that is familiar dies out; sudden eruptions of new life occur. The Weerribben are abandoned to the new world. We flee. Rattled by swarms of ravenous mosquitoes. Powerless against the indiscriminate reed growing wild. Man regains his vulnerability and retreats. A forgotten look-out, made up of lazy chairs in which we felt so comfortable and believed to control the world, is the last to show we were ever here. «  [ B a c k ]