In the Saint Sebastian Chapel, Dicke displayed a collection of hand soaps. There they lay, neatly in a long row: dried up, full of tiny cracks, thinned out and shaped by the hands that massaged them over and over again. The soaps form the solidified memories of their user, but for Amie Dicke they also form a memento of that one soap from her grandmother that, to her great regret, she did not keep.
Materials | Soap, vitrine |
Oude kerk Adlib Collect priref | 2309 |