Hebe Diepenmaat

My carpets are heavily inspired by Persian tapestries. I doubt that I’ve ever felt a real one, one that is made by Iranian hands. I bet I have only stepped feet on Ikea knock-offs. But they convey a similar feeling. The carpet adds a domestic, excessive and wealthy feeling while still remaining habitable, and a bit shabby sometimes. 

The carpet is a piece of home. But maybe arriving is not that simple for a newcomer. Especially in a country where taking in people isn’t as normal as once was. So I make carpets, doormats, for everyone who does and does not feel welcome. For everyone who only gets a bed, bath and bread. For everyone who lives in a house without their own key. For everyone who has to sleep without their stuffed animal. 

I give you my reception, and I hope you feel taken in. Embed yourself in the ground you stand on. 

The carpets exhibited in this show are allowed to be walked on. However, take your shoes off before you do so, because your feet are fragile. 

Belonging might be experienced as a lottery. You fit in somewhere, or you don’t. You become best friends, or maybe not. He loves you, or he loves you not. 

Sometimes it’s convenient to get up and go against this. To take your chair, station it, and not leave. Even though you might not belong in this maintained garden with your overgrown trees. 

I suggest you take your initials! And slap them on a wall!

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