Nicholas Burman

March 29, 2019

Between Tomorrow and Then

On a steep incline the houses seem to pour down the earth. Then they repeat again, from decline to peak; my bicycle takes me round and round and round. The sensation of sliding, as if to some inevitable conclusion. How those rooftops roll And the bike must be cycled. And the houses must be homes (must they?) I am taken by them, and through them. clap! […]
March 29, 2019

Moving Days

They said it was bad luck for a peacock’s feather to be winking at them as they moved into the house. They took it outside straight away and put it in the bin. But like old burial grounds and haunting ghosts, the fear of omens is usually a fear of personal failures. And bad luck did come. Bad luck that life in a house, newly bought […]
May 22, 2018


I’ve lived in six homes, seven rooms and two countries I was not born in since leaving my parents’ place. When I return it’s not just a physical move, it’s also a reacquaintance with the familial realm and streets I did some growing up in. Time is sort of static in a small town. I swear it’s the same three people always waiting for the bus, […]
November 19, 2017

A Talk with Loek Schönbeck – Typographer, Sculptor, Crafter of Tombstones

“Confusion is my business.” When I arrive Schönbeck asks, “Do you mind if I keep on working—we can just talk over a bit? This is a very difficult mould.” He mixes plaster with water and fingers the sticky result over an ambiguous mass that’s already turned firm on the desk. Schönbeck has called atelierWG, a complex of artist studios located in the former Wilhelmina Gasthuis hospital […]