Imperfection
Imperfection zooms in on the imperfect parts of Utrecht. In our daily life we pass streets and don’t look at the details of our surroundings, but what if we look a bit further than the front door. What makes Utrecht a utopia to me is het imperfections. The overgrown bushes, the locks on a bridge or the tree held upright by straps. Between the pages are risoprinted compositions of the “perfect image” and the imperfect parts, they cover up the imperfections when flipped.