printed matter, edition of 50
While walking along a river in the outskirts of a former fishing village, I encountered a solitary woman playing a game of golf. She had built her own golf course on a piece of wasteland. Plastic bottles filled with water served as substitutes for the traditional holes in the ground.
As a follow-up on this encounter a short internal monologue from the perspective of the golfer came to exist. I combined this monologue with a collection of auditory impressions from the same place.
Graphic design: Charlotte Boeyden