Promised Land

About this activity.

An ode to the search,and to that what must be kept safe deep within.

There are photographs, but they remember nothing.
Only the feeling lingers.
An echo of something that was always there,
but only now reveals itself.

There is a room.
Something hangs in the air—
as if someone just left,
or never truly arrived.

And somewhere, in the background,
the voices of those who let me go
and taught me how to lose my way
without ever getting lost.

Jan Enno de Jong

For my parents,
who taught me to discover, to wander,
and to come home.

Studio of Wilma Vissers.

info@wilmavissers.com
0031628718558

Location.

De Portiersloge
Haddingestraat 26
www.wilmavissers.com