A room of One’s Own, Mariken Overdijk
Amsterdam Amstelpark Orangerie
A Room of One’s Own
“Alas, laid on the grass how small, how insignificant this thought of mine looked; the sort of
fish that a good fisherman puts back into the water so that it may grow fatter and be one day
worth cooking and eating.” (Woolf, 2014 (1928), p. 4)
In pursuit of a place to be on my own, &
Still close-by my home(-town),
I wander, I stand still, I kneel, I turn on my heels,
In a Room of One’s Own
Sometimes I follow the daily routes and routines that pass by my window.
Some (in)visible traces, laid out by all kinds of visiting bodies, remain unnoticed, others find a
place in a corner.
I will reside in the Orangerie, a Room of Glass, to see through One’s Own.
Mariken Overdijk (Performance Artist)