Tenebrae (de Waal 4)

If you dare tell it honestly. The chapel. The empty vessels. How you were one yourself. The light faded. Candles brightened. Music went in and out of harmony. Went on forever.

It should have been Easter. They should have stripped the altar.

14 pots. 14 Stations of the Cross. How similar they were, how each concealed something.

De Waal's work enacts individuality and withholding. It seems like endless attempts to identify what makes the unique precious, while valuing what we hold in common. The withholding is what's reserved for mystery, the ineffable.