Go on then, creep down into the cellars... A jumble of abstract paint streaks might disorientate your first glimpse. Grant them a closer inspection, so that the odd figures between the paint stains and splashes have the chance to reveal themselves. Perhaps these figures disappear in the turmoil as the paintings hardly hold a clear focus. But allow them to welcome you inside CLAPTRAP's crumbling walls.
    In this basement, a self-contained, freewheeling life emerges on its own. But as the paintings yearn to tell a story, their narration is plagued by a lack of causality and chronology. Each work of Rik Vonckx is, based on its materiality and colour, placed in such a way that its position fractures the possibility of a logical narration — therefore revealing its endless state of Flux.