If you're in the UK, I hope you've had a lovely long weekend, despite the weather yesterday. I guess bank holidays and rain just go hand in hand in this country and I did manage to get some work done including some baking, cooking, editing and running errands.
But all that has nothing to do with this as this is going back to Gent. Not the way you'd expect though. This doesn't have anything to do with the usual tourist sites and I don't think you will find this place in any official guides. Coralie and I were lucky enough to stumble upon this house whilst wandering the streets.
There was a "Catalogue" sign outside which hadn't yet quite made it up into the window and we asked the nice chap working there whether we could have a peek inside. Come to think of it, I'm not sure whether he told us his name… When we stepped inside we were greeted by an amazing space and a beautiful tiled floor amidst all the building work. Maybe it doesn't seem amazing in the conventional sense and it was definitely a work in progress, but it was one of those spaces full of aged beauty, stunning details, decay caused by age and personality. To me, that kind of space is preferable to a clinically perfect space which has lost any context of history and exists purely as a shell to host something else in it. This building had its own character and its own flaws. It's imperfect and that's what makes it so beautiful.
So, it turns out the house is currently being rented and renovated by destroyers/builders and will be used as an exhibition and gallery space. There were various pieces on display already which contrasted so well with the unfinished work to the building. Delicate, little espresso cups on a huge wooden table, fragments of a mirror on the rough wall and a piece of 'wooden tapestry' on an old mantlepiece.
It didn't feel like a gallery space, but like the home of somebody who is creative and lives with all those beautiful objects. The sense of aloofness that is so often found in galleries was missing and had been replaced with a feeling of down to earth creativity, warmth and honesty. I have to admit that I possibly didn't find out as much about the background and work as I should have, but I could have spent hours just sitting there, drinking coffee and looking at the space. I don't know, maybe sometimes just doing that, letting the environment do the talking and soaking up the feeling is more important than finding out all the facts. It felt right to me. Maybe I should leave you to do just that. Grab a cup of coffee or tea and enjoy the images...