In Hieronymus’ time, it happened in public, in the Bossche Markt: removing rocks. By cutting the ‘rocks of madness’ from heads, quacks thought to cure fools. Jochem van de Wijngaard shows us one such rock during Bosch Parade: a floating, twirling and sparkling opal-like stone with pulsating colours and heavy sounds.
The rock scares, like a chaotic thundercloud. But fascinates at the same time, is special and surprising – different. Like a giant brain, it aptly embodies the subtle line between crazy and genius, and makes us ponder the question: how do we relate to that which we do not immediately understand?
How many rocks inhabit our own heads?