dinsdag 9 december 2014

Comfort

Comfort

When I was young I had a private music teacher
Madame Cupery
She lived across THE lane in another part of THE village
I donT remember much of her
I cant remember if I ever touched her
Did I ever Hug her?
I really cannot recall her smell
People always have all sorts of sensitive, comfortable memories
Warm memories they can Breathe to live again
Not me.
I can see her from a distance
I see her now sitting next to me
In another Seat in THE musichall by Herman Hertzberger thirtyseven years ago
Her fingers demanding THE ivory strips to produce sounds
She made warm waterbaths for my frozen fingers in wintertimes
And compliments About my technique
More feelings Mijnske give iT more

I still love her abundantly


vrijdag 5 december 2014

Good Bye Love

December

Nergens leefbare zo intens als aan de rand van de doodm mkp '
Als je kanker hebt gehad heb je geeZin in oorlog
Better to create What I create I can.     M,.lll.lijjiuygtrrwasdxznnipoyi tv th by. Yb.
Turfgrond vlucht c.  Rh.   C
Understand
I try so many Horus to understand
What I cannot create I cannot understand
I can can I?

Hofstadter wrote  About THE core business of thinking
Thinking is making analogues hè let domeinen Else write down
How could he say something like that
THE core is as invisible as air
So sensuelers such a thinking misstake
Perhaps their are Some wooden words leeft behind
Fresh fresh feeling fresh
Now even fresher lucky me.

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Snappy snoop de dood ingejaagd door mijn ijzeren
Dominante wil
Het beschikken zal altijd zegevieren
De as van gisteren is het poeder voor vanavond
Ik inhaleer nog eens goed
Fris fris voelen fris
Worden altijd fris, lucky me

vdgtdrcjkjfgud

donderdag 20 november 2014

Moneymoneymoney

I quote MIJNSKE





THE whole global financial crisis spins around THE money religion.

Too many people in rich countries believed for too long a time in THE importance of money.

Error! Thanks / or like THE Dutch say: (denk) foutje! Bedankt


Womenwisdom

woensdag 19 december 2012

exciting facebook Art party finally found in my picture archive

Where was it?
Somewhere in East Groningen, the province.
Galery Atelier Horneman. exhibition  'gathered through Facebook'
Who were there?
Annelies den Besten, my dear friend and fresh paintress, two of her former Artschool students and a lot more very nice people.
When was it, again? 29 th October 2012 or a few days earlier, on a Sunday.
I took my son Luuk with me. Before the Art thing we visited the Otium  and built a sculpture with concrete blocks and an 'AntsHouse' with found timber at the Otium. Luuk and me enjoy ourselves very much being there in the East of Groningen.







 

dinsdag 18 december 2012

plofkip in de maak / the making of a plofchicken, typical Dutch

2013 will be the year of Art for Mobile Gardens / GreenOpen Lab, Groningen, NL
A Golden Future For Chickens lay ahead of us.

The roof of the growing GreenOpenLab doesn't have an image, no icon, no symbol, no life, no rainwatercollector, no organism to produce golden eggs. The place has a history : the place where the GreenOpenLab is positioned used to be the place for former citizens of Groningen to burry their golden coins. And for others, archeologists, to find. The Good Guy, following Sergio Leone and his story in the film The Good, The Bad and the Ugly.


I combined my Plofchicken idea with the roof of the GreenOpenLab and with the history of the place and this imagination ( I still have to figure out which graphic designer produced this image, to be contiunued):






donderdag 26 april 2012

van Herpen helemaal vergeten

Dit bericht had ik vorige week al willen plaatsen!
Helemaal vergeten. Sorry, Iris. Ik heb je werk gezien in het Groninger Museum. WOW. Ik zou zo een eco fashionista kunnen worden. Jammer genoeg kon ik niets in mijn binnenzak meesmokkelen vanaf het eiland.


 


aan de keukentafel met kunsthuis SYB

Sweet memories. Naar aanleiding van 11 september 2001 in NY maakt ik een ruimtelijke installatie in kunsthuis SYB. HIDING PLACES. Vlak voor de kerst. Erg beladen. Nu ruikt het er naar verse koffie en warme broodjes. Bijna een politieke tafel. Voor wie graag in de keuken zaken bespreekt.


Ik zie een trend in de kunst. De keukentafel. Ik zal u binnenkort verrassen met mijn keukentafel?