I cut, fix and
paste,
glue everything
together.
Repair it with
ease,
my glue is
always ready!
There is nothing that I
cannot make,
I can take on the whole
world.
No one can break me,
you have to stand firm in your
shoes.
Suddenly you cross
my path,
shaking everything
up.
The little lid that I
didn't have yet
But does it fit
there…
In PLAK (STICK), Het WOLK (The CLOUD) glues its own little world together. A fascinating little woman takes you into her sticky 'everything-can-be-glued-existence'. Broken doesn't exist and what's broken can be glued again. But that turns out not to be so simple with sticky, sweaty hands, a stomach full of butterflies and a head that is about to explode…