Claire Bamplekou WEB
Hey you!

It’s me again.

I am writing to you again; even though you are never going to read my letters.
I want to talk to you about things you do not know,
I haven’t managed to forget about you, and now we no longer talk, whoever you are still
alive in my mind and in my heart.
I think of you sometimes; enveloped in the emptiness of my unfulfilled desires.
Living in the prison of my own mind, where all I see is regret, for you not being around
anymore.

But I want to break free.
I want to free myself from the spell you casted upon me.
I guess I am having a hard time accepting that you are gone. But it is hard, I just never got to
tell you how much I actually admired you and how I looked up to you.

I just want to be able to say goodbye.
We are strangers now and it has been so long, but I haven’t forgotten about you.
I see hope when hope is not there, I think of you when you are not there. I write to you even
though you are not listening.

I am sorry.

I have no power to change the past and I have no power in changing the present either.
All I can do is write you a goodbye letter that you are never going to read, sit here, cry about
it and wish I never met you.
Hey you!

It’s me again.

I am writing to you again; even though you are never going to read my letters.
I want to talk to you about things you do not know,
I haven’t managed to forget about you, and now we no longer talk, whoever you are still
alive in my mind and in my heart.
I think of you sometimes; enveloped in the emptiness of my unfulfilled desires.
Living in the prison of my own mind, where all I see is regret, for you not being around
anymore.

But I want to break free.
I want to free myself from the spell you casted upon me.
I guess I am having a hard time accepting that you are gone. But it is hard, I just never got to
tell you how much I actually admired you and how I looked up to you.

I just want to be able to say goodbye.
We are strangers now and it has been so long, but I haven’t forgotten about you.
I see hope when hope is not there, I think of you when you are not there. I write to you even
though you are not listening.

I am sorry.

I have no power to change the past and I have no power in changing the present either.
All I can do is write you a goodbye letter that you are never going to read, sit here, cry about
it and wish I never met you.
Hey you!

It’s me again.

I am writing to you again; even though you are never going to read my letters.
I want to talk to you about things you do not know,
I haven’t managed to forget about you, and now we no longer talk, whoever you are still
alive in my mind and in my heart.
I think of you sometimes; enveloped in the emptiness of my unfulfilled desires.
Living in the prison of my own mind, where all I see is regret, for you not being around
anymore.

But I want to break free.
I want to free myself from the spell you casted upon me.
I guess I am having a hard time accepting that you are gone. But it is hard, I just never got to
tell you how much I actually admired you and how I looked up to you.

I just want to be able to say goodbye.
We are strangers now and it has been so long, but I haven’t forgotten about you.
I see hope when hope is not there, I think of you when you are not there. I write to you even
though you are not listening.

I am sorry.

I have no power to change the past and I have no power in changing the present either.
All I can do is write you a goodbye letter that you are never going to read, sit here, cry about
it and wish I never met you.
Hey you!

It’s me again.

I am writing to you again; even though you are never going to read my letters.
I want to talk to you about things you do not know,
I haven’t managed to forget about you, and now we no longer talk, whoever you are still
alive in my mind and in my heart.
I think of you sometimes; enveloped in the emptiness of my unfulfilled desires.
Living in the prison of my own mind, where all I see is regret, for you not being around
anymore.

But I want to break free.
I want to free myself from the spell you casted upon me.
I guess I am having a hard time accepting that you are gone. But it is hard, I just never got to
tell you how much I actually admired you and how I looked up to you.

I just want to be able to say goodbye.
We are strangers now and it has been so long, but I haven’t forgotten about you.
I see hope when hope is not there, I think of you when you are not there. I write to you even
though you are not listening.

I am sorry.

I have no power to change the past and I have no power in changing the present either.
All I can do is write you a goodbye letter that you are never going to read, sit here, cry about
it and wish I never met you.
What excites you about this piece of work that you're showing?

My work "The Vase" was created in the spirit of the LARp x Hectobar 9.1 online collaboration. To me the value of this work lies in its arbitrary and transformative character. By showing "The Vase" at Clarisa, in a completely different light and manner than it was initially shown, I was hoping to inspire its new owners to continue the work, if they would like to do so.
Are you currently developing or working on something new?

I am currently working on a big cross-disciplinary project. In this project visual artists, musicians, filmmakers and collectives come together to experiment, play and co-create new work under the theme of Visualising Music. With our project we want to explore music beyond its traditional audible form and allow it to crystallise across a variety of media including video, installation, photography, painting and performance art.

The fruits of our collective efforts will manifest in an exhibition and a public event program which will take place in Amsterdam in October 2021!
The Vase was auctioned on social media on the 25th / 26th of June 2020 at the LARp x Hectobar 9.1 (ONLINE) Collaboration for 100 euros. On the 29th of June it was sent to its new owners via post to the Netherlands.
Photo of the vase
Photo of the ad I used to sell the vase
Photo of the ad I used to sell the vase
Market where I bought the vase