There is constant movement in the work of Michiel Schierbeek. Cyclical. Lyrical. A continuous line, looping. Like the line we move along – little white blood cells in a big vein – on a daily basis. Sometimes, on the way, we get stuck, a knot forms, and the movement is delayed, slower, tighter. Other times, the movement is easier and we flow, higher, peaking red before heading downward again.
Schierbeek shows us the delicate rhythm within the unending roundabout of our lives. That, perhaps, you can zip through the path, busily, or you can see the path as a greater structure, with no end, no destination, only conscious movement. He shows us, too, how movement flows through both rigidity and flexibility – the difference is, within flexibility there is capacity for change.