How come that something that I don’t even recognize as having made myself is so popular? When posting on Facebook that I was selling out paintings, most reactions came for this one. Leaving a big questionmark above my head.
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The first who asked for this painting was Amarins. So she got it.
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Now it is where a painting belongs. On a white wall, above a couch in between other art and some nice lighting where people can enjoy it.
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Now I found out that selling paintings is also a nice way to get an insight in other peoples livingspace.
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Thanks Amarins! (still think you have a strange name, makes me think of a wierd fruit since it sounds like ‘tamarin’)
Meet Michelle, almost 2 years old and the punkest kid I know. Complete with attitude at first sight but behind that is the sweetest human you can think of. Here, I revealed the secret of punks.
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With my homies I often have discussions about taking pictures of people without asking, in this case I asked her mom but for instance in a train I rather be rude and shoot away at fellow-travellers (example) or fellow people in public space in general (example). Still I don’t think it’s rude. Sure, it may confront people with the fact that they are visible and in a certain way even interestin. But a reason to get angry?
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These two pictures visualize very well what happens if I take a photo of someone without asking. First (left picture) there is the person’s attitude, showing it’s character, the primary reaction to interaction when it is still unclear if it is safe or not. The second (right picture) it becomes clear that it is safe, the natural expression is transformed in the easthetical, contious reaction. The way you want to be seen.
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Well, I like to capture the first reaction. It would be kind of hard to get that if I’d ask for permission to shoot, wouldn’t it?
Lacking good words I’ll say that I can’t wait to see this in paint. Okay, it’s a lot of emptynes and grey.
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But on the same time its got a lot of different lights, a wide range of subtile colors and lines, whatever I am supposed to mean with that.
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And it makes me think of Gerhard Richter.
When I took the picture it was because of the contrast of the young man tying his shoelaces against the background of cars moving by. I can remember liking the concentrated position and the colors of a moving BMW. Even though I generally find cars highly overrated in praktical way -I’d rather bicycle- when it comes to easthetics I find BMW’s pretty high on my list. It was in Berlin that I took this picture.
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Now it’s hanging in a kitchen, in Berlin, in between shelves with tea and breakfast and old Dutch communist party-posters providing a nice perspective on this picture. This kitchen is quite cozy, in fact the entire appartment is. It’s a little messy, a little improvised and everywhere is some kind of creative expression to be found.
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It’s the kitchen of my two friends. The past year this appartment has been my home-base in Berlin. When working and meeting there for Masta-magazine I would stay in the livingroom, cook a bit in this kitchen and have chats and beer with Joep and Julia, the residents of this appartment. » Continue Reading…
This is how the first painting I sold in years looks like in it’s final, well maybe not final, destination. Proud to be hanging in Bram and Lonja’s livingroom.
No of course it wouldn’t make a meaningfull piece neither I find the composition very interesting.
But imagine how much fun it would be to paint this on gigantic canvas!
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(I can, and would if I had the resources)
The director of AKV-stJoost, the art-school I attended, left and therefor a small exhebition was held on the main square in the building.
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Finally I was part of a group, a artists who graduated the at this college of art. In my opinion it represented the lesser succesfull students that had graduated for the succesfull wouldn’t prioritize work for this, I was happy that my work was shown in the presence of other artists’ work.
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As always I recieved many compliments on the quality of my paintings and as always people were interested in buying a painting but eventually I never heard of them at all.
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The fun part of it is that this school director and I used to have a massive fight over a wall that would either be used by the schoolboard or the students. Though we kept a respectfull understanding. Good luck to Jules de Vijver.
Small towns’ entertainment, who am I to critisize it? » Continue Reading…
She took me 640 km from Berlin to Aachen. Blond hair, bleu eyes and knew how to move over the German autobahn (180km/h).
During rides like these, the saddest moment is when you arrive. Not that the goodbye is a dramatic one, no, opposed to that it’s a dead-casual one. But it would be the end if there is no goodbye. Just hang out for a day and drive on together. On and on and on and on…
Appreciate others enhancing your pictures. It’s a state of mind that guarantees exiting pictures. Specially when it’s about simpel registrational shots you won’t hear me complain about intentional interfering in the image.Specially when shooting with a digital camera » Continue Reading…
