It is strange how human bodies can be dictated to. As if a perfectionist takes human flesh into his hands, moulding every external detail to fit a norm. Any characteristic body language is silenced, the individual takes the correct posture, falls into line and all personality disappears.
Discipline tolerates no exceptions. Anyone refusing to submit to the norm is set apart as “a case”, to be worked on until he too is in line. For Blue, See – Mount Song – Los Domadores, Titus Simoens spent several months in schools where discipline creates order. Day after day, he lived with the students until he was as much a part of the scenery as their own shadows. With the alertness of a watchful outsider, he kept within the narrow mechanisms of those school systems, waiting for the moments that escaped the strict daily routine. (Flor Declercq)