PIM VAN NUNEN

 REFUGEES | 2022 | SERIES OF 6

Back packs of Ukrainian refugees: Found objects, timber, vintage cloth, twine, rope and paint.

Devastated to see innocent people leaving their loved ones, homes and villages behind while being shot at. Thought this was not supposed to happen ever again. No more war, No more refugees we all agreed. But we’re witnessing WWII, 80 years later, in full colour, on our phones. Same idiots, same crimes, same bombs, same victims and same confused and disoriented refugees packed with whatever they can carry. Meaningful belongings they can’t do without and probably some random things they don’t even need. It’s impossible to imagine the emotions these refugees must go through. For some strange reason I feel the desire to be there with them, rather than watching them.To be one of them. To feel what they feel rather than imagining what they feel. Leave with them. Walk with them. Feel lost with them. Cry with them. Be in pain with them. So they are not alone. But I’m here. Only thing I can do is pretend and pack my stuff out of solidarity. In a hurry and randomly. Some meaningful things but mostly stuff I probably can do without. Here’s what I packed.