Forêt de Soignes, mon amour

What if the arms of the beloved changed into branches and their eyes into their skin, or meters of bark going into damp earth.. roots entangled, subterranean whispers, centuries of silent witnessing.. What is a forest in a world where we see trees as objects and barely catch each other’s gaze in the metro? Other than this particular forest being older than some parts of the city of Brussels it also has a voice. Its presence is tangible in the air we breathe.

Artists and friends Jan Rymenants and Alexandra Duvekot dive into the world of forêt des Soigne in a genuine attempt to liste to its voice and honor its unique stories.