Confession

Lasse Vonck was proclaimed a child prodigy and acclaimed by press and public as a young artist. Thirty years later, that is no longer the case. That people have forgotten him over the years, he finds a bearable fate, but he is lost; he is looking for a purpose, meaning. On a spring day without luster, Lasse is so alienated from himself upon waking that he no longer really knows who he is. He can't even speak anymore. Confessie is inspired by the timeless and peerless story De Gedaanteverwisseling van Franz Kafka. It sketches a portrait of the human as a silent protest. I really have nothing to do with carsbut I had a strange dreamit kept me busy for a long timeit's about a -how do you say that-a family car I am nine years oldand my mother and I are looking out the windowWe see a strongly muscled man in a tank topwho one by oneall four tiresof the white Citroën BXof my father dismantles then he takes out a sledgehammerand smashes all the windows to smithereenshappily tears all the seats -front and back- to shredsrips out the car radiobreaks off the side mirrorspulls out the steering wheel and my mother watches itand she does nothingand I run outside the man in his tank top has -poof- dissolved and I want to shoutI want to screambut I can'tI can't do it againstand up for myselfwhy is that so difficult and I look at what remains of the Citroën I see the spot where I always satwhen we left for vacationIn the middle of the back seata little bit to the frontbetween my father and my motherelbows on the side of their chairsand I get to choose the cassette to put in the car radio ‘dear little piranha tear me apart’