ArtScience blog 2018-2020

Nr. 2

Bubbles and How To Go From There


O soap bubble! 

You mesmerize me. 

You and I have something in common. We both come and go, we both live and die. 


The sphere is fascinating. The sphere has fascinated me for some time now. 

How to explain? 

The sphere is the perfect shape. It’s attractive. Am I in love with it? 

It’s aesthetics. It’s universal. 

It’s an enclosed space, an enclosed world in which you can dream and live forever. 


After ‘putting’ sound in a styrofoam sphere (read: my blue JBL GO inside it) I began to experiment with soap bubbles. Soap bubbles and how to catch ‘em.

One way was to hold both halves of a transparent sphere so the other could blow bubbles towards it while the person holding the sphere would catch it and try to let it 'live' for a while.
One obvious way is of course to take a picture of a soap bubble. You have it now for eternity.

But that’s not the game. 

I like foil. I like the way it makes sound and it's so shiny. So I bought some foil and lay a piece on the table.
Bubble blowing follows next. Some bubbles bounce on the foil. Some won’t even touch it. They glide over so to say. 

But some stick to the foil. They become half spheres and after they pop, they leave a mark on the foil. A perfect circle. They leave something behind. New born bubbles can meet their ancestors that way. I try to blow towards the circles so the new borns can meet and replace the spot of where their ancestors ‘lived’. 


Is that all you can do with soap bubbles? 

For now that’s all I can do.


As I said I like foil. Next phase is foil. Experimenting with foil. 

Foil on my body. It becomes part of a performance.

A foil mask. Sound art. Theatre.

You can do it all, just with foil. 

I cut some squares from the foil and put one piece on my face (foil mask) and the other two on the palm of my hands (foil hands). 

I start to ‘dance’ with the material. I breath through my noise. The foil makes a gentle sound. It whispers. 

My hands start to shake. My foil hands start to shake. 

The foil has become part of my body. 

At the last bit of the foil performance I put my hands on my face. The foil shrinks and it becomes foil crumble. 


Maybe I can turn it into a sphere. 


Everything begins and ends with the sphere.




These experiments where part of the ArtScience course I did called Movement Matters.

It involved the Japanese concept of Ma


Life of a soap bubble on the reflecting surface of a material called aluminum:


  • Trying to control it, to fix it but it's something we can’t grasp.
    If we do so, it’s only for a short period of time.

  • Being and not being. These spherical spaces are just an optical illusion. There’s no purpose and thus there is just pure joy to be felt. Everything is a soap bubble. An artificial separation of inner and outer. Along with our former lives, until we’re out of fuel.

  • Perfect circles made imperfect by some need of putting everything in its place.

  • Moment of wonder. I want to take it with me.

  • I don’t want them to fall off and die. I want them to live.

© October 2018, Daan Westerheide.

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