PART ONE is literally about beginning. It consists of an ongoing collection of pages, mostly torn out of novels, featuring only the words Part one/Part1/Part I/part one.
Together, arranged as a compilation of commencements they form an endless book – a book that doesn't stop or start, because it never stops starting. We start things all the time. A train of thought, conversations, love affairs. Often we don't even know how and when until it has already happened. It's like lying in bed, trying to catch the moment when sleep comes over you. In fact 'to start something' describes much more of a process than just an onset. This is what Part one is about. About collecting and not being able to track down where and when a collection starts, about failing to predict the moment it will stop. Because there is no such thing as completeness, be- cause collecting always involves repetition. And because if you keep on repeating something, tracing it back to its origin becomes more and more difficult. Actually origins are afterthoughts, reconstructions, myths. Sisyphus pushing his stone up a slope, all the way up, until it rolls back down, must keep starting over and over again. His task is both hopeless and hopeful, but he has grown used to not knowing either the beginning or the end of his travails. As if there is not just one start, no 'the' beginning, but always one more.
Stichting Mei, 2023
240 x 160 x 23 mm, 216 pp; English
Riso print on paper, glue bound, torn pages
Edition of 303, numbered