still laughing

It's been almost nine months and she is still there. I'm amazed that the thin rice paper and wheat paste glue haven't either dissolved or let go.

sticky notes - to remember

more post-its

another wallpainting project

 Last week I lead a wallpainting project at a school - or maybe I should say two projects?
The school kids under 13 had the theme "pixelated" and worked in their part of the school. The older ones had the limitation to make their sketches out of coloured paper - in order to simplify -  like in the wallpainting projects I've lead the other years.

work in progress

I'm having a small exhibit with only screen prints in March 2015 … and thought I had plenty of time. But it turned out that the gallery wanted an image for the invitation already by the end of October! So now I just dive straight into it!

working on my artist statement

I found a shortcut, so now I don't have to write my artists statement myself! I solved it with the help of the arty bullocks generator.

Should I go for:

My work explores the relationship between gender politics and romance tourism.

With influences as diverse as Caravaggio and Joni Mitchell, new synergies are manufactured from both traditional and modern structures.

Ever since I was a student I have been fascinated by the ephemeral nature of the human condition. What starts out as vision soon becomes corroded into a dialectic of defeat, leaving only a sense of decadence and the possibility of a new beginning. As momentary phenomena become reconfigured through boundaried and personal practice, the viewer is left with an insight into the possibilities of our era.

or 

My work explores the relationship between the body and midlife subcultures.

With influences as diverse as Kafka and Roy Lichtenstein, new insights are crafted from both opaque and transparent textures.

Ever since I was a teenager I have been fascinated by the theoretical limits of the moment. What starts out as contemplation soon becomes manipulated into a cacophony of distress, leaving only a sense of dread and the possibility of a new reality. As shimmering replicas become frozen through frantic and personal practice, the viewer is left with an insight into the inaccuracies of our existence.

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