‘As if through a magnifying glass, Schuurmans first looks at the detail before wanting to experience the total picture. There in the stillness, in the skin of the material, in the vibration of a pulling muscle, in the transience and decay she sees life. Here lies the confrontation. Here lies the conversation. A subject that cannot be touched. Content that could be considered painful to many people, not need to be named. The visual afterimages. The prints of a presence.  Someone or something has been here.’