Polaroidlife #15: Shy

DO NOT LOOK AWAY DO NOT CLOSE YOUR EYES DO NOT BE AFRAID DO NOT SPEAK I AM BEHIND YOU SOME HEARTS UNDERSTAND IN UTTER     SILENCE SPEAKS WHEN WORDS CANNOT

Polaroidlife #14: Overexposure

WHO ARE YOU MUSE OF TIMES PASSED IMMORTALIZED FOR A BRIEF MOMENT LILY WHITE SKIN IN CONTRAST WITH NATURE SURROUNDING NAKED AND OPEN FOR ALL TO SEE DO YOU NOT FEAR THE COMMENTS OF THOSE WHO JUDGE WITHOUT KNOWING WHO ARE YOU MUSE OF MODERN TIMES A SACRIFICE A ROLE MODEL A WHITE MOMENT OF CAPTIVATION…

Polaroidlife #13: Ourson Kane

WITHOUT TENDERNESS A MAN IS UNINTERESTING ACCORDING TO LA DIETRICH (SHE COULD KNOW) VON KOPF BISS FUSS AUF LIEBE EINGESTELLT SHE WAS, JUST LIKE LITTLE ROSEBUD TO THE PAPER MAN LEFT IN THE SNOW COMFORT TO THE FLAKES CREATING HIS OWN PRINT IN THE WHITE CANVAS A SHROUD FOR THE LIVING  

De spleettrommel van de Khoisan

Stelde je je ook vragen bij deze titel? Verwachtte je beelden aan te treffen die nooit door de censuur zouden geraken. Natuurlijk niet, dat zou ik niet durven. Maar toch, deze morgen ben ik weer verrast door een krantenartikel. Ik verslikte mij tijdens mijn ochtendlijke koffie toen ik las dat we nog steeds te veel…

Polaroidlife #12: Pistoletto revisited

ART IS BODY AND BEHAVIOR RETURN TO EVERYDAY OBJECTS AND MESSAGES TRACES OF NATURE AND INDUSTRY APPEAR EVERYDAY BECOMES MEANINGFUL PHYSICAL AND CHEMICAL TRANSFORMATION DOCUMENTS NATURE OLD CLOTHS BECOME ART VISION EMBODIED BY DYNAMISM AND ENERGY EXPLORE THE NOTION OF SPACE AND LANGUAGE RETURN TO SIMPLE AND NON-SYMBOLIC SIGNS ART IS LIFE IS ASSEMBLAGE OR…

het realisme van Adrian Iurco, hoofd in de wolken en beide voeten op de grond

Ken je het spelletje figuren zien in de wolken? Terwijl de H-massa voorbij schuift, fantaseren we over smurfen, dino’s en kastelen. Wolken hebben steeds voor inspiratie gezorgd bij kunstenaars. Fabre laat zijn man de wolken meten, bij Courbet vormen ze een verlengde van de kalme zee en bij Van Gogh creëren ze een waanzinnige beweging boven…

Polaroidlife #11: Al alba vincero

YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN THEY SAY YOU DO NOT CARE THEY SAY YOU DO NOT GO THEY SAY AND WHEN I STAND THERE I HEAR THOSE WORDS OVER AND OVER AGAIN WHILE I SMELL THE  SUMMER TREES TASTE THE WIND WITH SALTY TEARS I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN I KNOW I DO CARE I KNOW I AM HERE…

Polaroidlife #10: Flower Parking

LEANING AGAINST WINDOW FRAME A ROSE IS A ROSE IS A ROSE SOUVENIR TOSSED ASIDE LOST DELIGHT PETALS OF PASSED DREAMS OF FAINTLY HEARD SCREAMS IN THE EARLY SUN THE ROSE DIES SHE BELONGS TO THE NIGHT IS AFRAID OF MORNING LIGHT

Polaroidlife #9: Frankly my dear

YOU ARE NOT PC SHE TELLS ME I REPLIED THAT I AM JUST A VULGAR MAN A MOZART WOULD-BE WITHOUT EBONY AND IVORY AND I GOT SCARED THAT FACEBOOK KEEPER OF THE HOLY VIRTUE WOULD EXPEL ME FROM ITS PLAYGROUND OF FAKE LIFE. THAT LIFE WOULD BECOME A SUGARCOATED REFLECTION OF WHAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE….