In a Dutch underground bunker-turned-residency, a painter—Jonat Deelstra—is in the studio when his photographer friend arrives carrying several bags of wet clay. Like a child first encountering the soft, amorphous material, Deelstra’s sensorial curiosity takes over. Instinctively molding the unfamiliar clay, he conjures familiar forms—eggs—an implied image imprinted in his temporal lobe, evoking the ducks […]