On January 28, 2025, as a ambivalent poetic gesture to mark the conclusion of his centennial, I buried—or perhaps planted—two eggs in the small public gardens of Marcel Broodthaers Square in Brussels.
The burial/planting areas were then marked with labels with a reproduction of Antoine Wiertz's painting "The Premature Burial".
Afterwards, I shared a beer with my wife and two Brussels artist friends, known as Dialogist Kantor, in a café on the corner of the square where René Magritte reproductions were adorning the walls.
The café is named SAS café, not Chez Le Droguiste Op Den Hoek, unfortunately.
Also, that evening my wife and I celebrated Chinese New Year in a Shanghai restaurant. The year of the dragon has passed. The year of the snake has begun. But what will the two eggs hatch?
