The work had as a point of departure a long durational performance in which I dug a hole for eight months in an artificial beach. I followed a strict set of rules: I must go once a week with basic equipment and dig as much as I could during the few hours of light that the Dutch winter provides. I challenged my body at the same time I took measures to care for it: the task became to make a place for myself, a shelter.
I engaged in a conversation with the wind: it was clear that we were both the makers-unmakers of the hole. I could feel it hitting the ceiling of my apartment and I would imagine its actions while I was away.