{"id":47,"date":"2026-08-04T20:50:33","date_gmt":"2026-08-04T20:50:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/?page_id=47"},"modified":"2026-08-04T21:58:17","modified_gmt":"2026-08-04T21:58:17","slug":"world-in-turmoil","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/index.php\/world-in-turmoil\/","title":{"rendered":"World in Turmoil"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>(De wereld in beroering)<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Old books hang in the air on fine threads, lit by bare bulbs, splayed open, pierced with screws . You lower your voice without deciding to. You move around them the way you would move around something wounded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"577\" src=\"https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMG_5196-2-1-1024x577.jpeg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-66\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMG_5196-2-1-1024x577.jpeg 1024w, https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMG_5196-2-1-300x169.jpeg 300w, https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMG_5196-2-1-768x433.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMG_5196-2-1-1536x865.jpeg 1536w, https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMG_5196-2-1-2048x1154.jpeg 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 706px) 89vw, (max-width: 767px) 82vw, 740px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Simons takes a mid-century survey of Renaissance art, a book about how art first claimed its place in the world, and takes it apart in full view. Passages are blacked out. Whole sentences are cut into strips and left to fall, dragged down by threads of orange-red that pool on the floor in a tangled heap. On one blacked-out page, only a few words are left alive and they form a poem: the world, the world in turmoil, created through thought or word, as an intense touch, these become irrevocably bound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"768\" src=\"https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMG_5207-1-1024x768.jpeg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-68\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMG_5207-1-1024x768.jpeg 1024w, https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMG_5207-1-300x225.jpeg 300w, https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMG_5207-1-768x576.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMG_5207-1-1536x1152.jpeg 1536w, https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMG_5207-1-2048x1536.jpeg 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 706px) 89vw, (max-width: 767px) 82vw, 740px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The work speaks directly to a world in which books are banned, redacted and silenced. Here that violence is made visible and physical: the censor&#8217;s black bar, the severed line, the words spilled on the ground. But the piece refuses despair. Those red threads read as veins and as lifelines, and even scattered across the floor the words stay joined, one to the next. What survives the blacking-out still speaks. That is the quiet force of the work: it shows us the erasure, and then it shows us what cannot quite be erased.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-8f761849 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:100%\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-gallery has-nested-images columns-default is-cropped wp-block-gallery-1 is-layout-flex wp-block-gallery-is-layout-flex\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"768\" height=\"1024\" data-id=\"71\" src=\"https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMG_5197-3-768x1024.jpeg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-71\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMG_5197-3-768x1024.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMG_5197-3-225x300.jpeg 225w, https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMG_5197-3-1152x1536.jpeg 1152w, https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMG_5197-3-1536x2048.jpeg 1536w, https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMG_5197-3-scaled.jpeg 1920w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 706px) 89vw, (max-width: 767px) 82vw, 740px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"768\" height=\"1024\" data-id=\"70\" src=\"https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMG_5200-768x1024.jpeg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-70\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMG_5200-768x1024.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMG_5200-225x300.jpeg 225w, https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMG_5200-1152x1536.jpeg 1152w, https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMG_5200-1536x2048.jpeg 1536w, https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMG_5200-scaled.jpeg 1920w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 706px) 89vw, (max-width: 767px) 82vw, 740px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>(De wereld in beroering) Old books hang in the air on fine threads, lit by bare bulbs, splayed open, pierced with screws . You lower your voice without deciding to. You move around them the way you would move around something wounded. Simons takes a mid-century survey of Renaissance art, a book about how art &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/index.php\/world-in-turmoil\/\" class=\"more-link\">Lees verder <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">&#8220;World in Turmoil&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-47","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/47","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=47"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/47\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":82,"href":"https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/47\/revisions\/82"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.stefkasimons.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=47"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}