Jelle van Kuilenburg lets himself be inspired by everyday life and the traces of our human presence. A bike that is not what it seems leaning against the windowsill, a note that never arrived, or the subtle marks we leave behind. We unconsciously leave traces of our human presence wherever we go that entail more than we would think when looking upon them closely. Shining a light upon these traces they become fascinating tales on their own. There is so much to say about our existence by the traces we leave behind as species, our anthropocentric infrastructure accidentally creates a poetics of everyday life. The work seen in this exhibition is born from reading the riddles of this poetry and deals with the subtleness of our existence and its enchantment, but also its literal and metaphorical weight.

A bike left behind a window acting as a beacon in the dark, its light still on. You cannot reach it but its light draws you like a moth to a flame. It acts as a still lighthouse no longer functioning, deserted and in solitude. Standing high on the rocks with the waves crashing at it, its exterior has eroded and rusted over time. With the lightkeeper gone the light is eventually forced to die.