I have just moved into a smaller space. The two-by-three photo assigned to me does not even fit on the largest wall. Almost intimidating. My first impulse is to tear it up into pieces. But I do not react immediately. Is it because the image is showing a church interior? Or is it because I know it’s Jan Theun’s creation? I don’t know. I take my time. 

The hesitation turns into observation. Gradually, the foreign interior starts harmonising with the still unfamiliar space of my brand-new studio. I encourage this fusion subtly- tables, plants, sheets of paper shift at their own pace in front of the photo. I follow more than I lead. Still observing.

The windows on the south side. From the early morning, the sun is trying to enter the space. Around noon, through a split between curtain and wall, daylight finally gets in. Two light beams appear over the photo. The divine light enters the space through the church window.

I need to call Jan Theun.