Cat as Remembered
Long Forgotten Teddybear
Mother and Child
Tiny Vessel of Faith
We cannot always tell whether references to nature are meant to include or exclude people
Parks may consist of grassy regions, landscapes, rocky areas, trees, recreational centers, sports facilities, swimming pools, soccer pitches, areas designed for dogs and kid’s play arenas. You are also bound to find monuments and fountains within parks. There might also be flowerbeds and walking paths with people discussing, for example absurdism or the purchase of a magic carpet. Some sit in the shadow and let things happen, either in their thoughts or before their eyes.
Ulysses And Kirke
Classic references will be there anyway like a smoke signal from a long gone time. It’s hard not to let them out of the closet now and then.
Panorama Flower and Extension Coil
Ghosts of Le Corbusier
Researcher / Figurine
Exhibiton in the mortuary chapel of the Katarina Church, Stockholm (2017)
The idea that all liquid seeks it’s way to the lowest point seemed capricious during a studioperiod in s’Hertogenbosch in the Netherlands. They pump it, and elevate it in every sort of way. I saw parellells to other facts that governs one’s life. The will to lead around, elevate and lower in order to avoid disasters always is present, it works for many, but not for all.
Homeward version 2
My aunt Lydia had a wall clock in jugendstyle. The pendylum in that clock became a tounge which moved from side to side in a giants mouth. Time passes even clocks like that, what scares children now?
Sledge of Stone
It was carved in Grez during a studio period in the autumn 1994. I did it as a reflection on the history that lingered there. When it was time to go there was no space for it in the car, so I placed it in a nisch in the garden were I took this photo before we left. It’s still there, assumed to be made by a finnish sculptor Ville Vallgren around 1900. So the piece is brought back to the age of now dead men-artists that visited Grez.
The Symmetry of Being
Bunny and Stag
This goes back to C.F Hill, the drawing of the lonely stag who’s crying out his desire with no one around. I decided to give him the opportunity to watch the sunset together with Bunny.
These two doesn’t bend back after the storm, they’re of ceramic and placed in Koos de Jongs Bookshelf in Amsterdam.
No artist ever escapes death as a subject, most of us mocks death every day as we live on. And there is always a chance for rebirth, maybe as an egg.
The Duel written by Peter Weiss in 1953 is a lovestory which I couldn’t resist to make into a set of tableau vivants, twelve pieces 1×1 meter each in polyesterfilm. The story contains desire, deception, ambulance transportation, fruitless artitistic efforts to seize the light and other inspiring scenes.
The ghost of the great patriarch C.L. hovers above me. I start respectfully, putting a piece of fluff from the floor of his former studio on a clothes line.