“And then the day came,
To remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
Whew…yep, that is a sigh of relief, because finally things are back to normal…but what is normal right?
well, normal for me means that the festive season and back to school mayhem is done and dusted, and that my back to studio routine has commenced- and that dear friends is a relief, because a stitch a day keeps the blues away 😉 But with that said, sometimes not working can be work. It is important to just be every once in awhile.
So what did I do from the 1st of January until now.
Well I fought the festive season blues…
but then I found this quote which I love:
“Depression is like a woman in black. If she turns up, don’t shoo her away. Invite her in, offer her a seat, treat her like a guest and listen to what she wants to say.” -Carl Jung
“The difference between art and life is that art is more bearable”
I am on a mission to catch up on writing letters (snail mail) to selected friends….slowly but surely getting there!
I made back up files since our computer gave us trouble (hence my absence here, since I only use a desktop for blog-posts.
I fought against hundreds of zombies with the boys in a PS4 game.
Went to the beach once in awhile,
played in my sketchbook.
Had a studio visit with MContemporary gallery from Australia- more about this at a later stage.
The photographer Kleinjan Groenewald also traveled to my studio to take photos of me and my recent works (as seen in this post), the rest I still need to upload on my website…all in due time.
I re-read books like the biography of the artist Joseph Cornell (which i highly recommend).
(If you have more must-read suggestions feel free to leave the titles of books in the comment section.)
So with all that happening, I did not make any new years resolutions, and I did not commit to much group shows in January because daily life was happening and consuming me….
“…we have to, out of necessity, construct ourselves every day out of all the different impulses, memories, dreams, pressures, that come to us. In that sense the job of the artist is to demonstrate through the form of art what it is that everybody has to struggle through daily.” -William Kentridge
Oh, this is my Que for saying goodbye for now
and so I will end with this quote by Mark Mason:
“Fucks are cultivated like a beautiful fucking garden, where if you fuck shit up and the fucks get fucked, then you’ve fucking fucked your fucks all the fuck up.”
“I do, I undo, I redo” is one of my favorite quotes by Louise Bourgeois, because it is so relevant to my practice lately.
The same artist also said the following in a documentary about her work:
“It’s difficult to be a woman and to be like-able. This desire to be like-able…its really a pain in the neck. How are you going to be like-able and be yourself? There are doubts. I’m full of doubts”
Before my son took these photos, we had a nice chat about my work. He said he kind of like it, but it is a bit strange….(mmm coming from an eleven year old boy who likes zombies etc), but he explained that flowers coming from vaginas and images where it looks like I’m ripping my rib-cage open with a skull as head, qualifies to him as ‘weird’. He also added that he hope people will “like” my work.
I realize that to him at this stage of his life it is very important to be liked and to ‘fit’ in with his peers. How do I explain to him that as an artist I’ve grown a thick skin and that to me being liked is not as important as to do what I like?
Someone also told me some time ago that they “like” my work but will not be able to live with it in their home. Which I understand and accept, but in this day and age where everyone on social media wants a bunch of likes and for a boy dreaming about a Playstation VR headset which he hopes he can get when I sell lots and lots of work…it is not so easy to comprehend.
So I will leave you with this quote I saw on the internet recently:
is not about how many people
like your work
if your heart likes your work
if our soul likes your work
it’s about how honest
you are with yourself
- rupi kaur
“And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!”
-Lewis Carroll, 1872
from the poem titled Jabberwocky, which is currently my son Stephan’s favourite poem, especially when his dad reads it to him with a Scotttish accent.
Initially my eldest son, inspired this work, because he used to see ‘monsters’ everywhere. He is quite tall for his age, thus looks older than he is, and he doesn’t like sleeping. He is also blessed with a vivid imagination.
I am constantly amazed how two children from the same household can be so different from each other. Where Etienne is sensitive and fearful, his brother Stephan fierce and a handful. I say this in the most loving and respectful way. I love them both in every-way.
“”Introspection is a devouring monster. You have to feed it with much material, much experience, many people, many places, many loves, many creations and then it ceases feeding on you” -Anais Nin
“Who is the ass anyway” will be hanging out with other monsters, misfits and mermaids in BaardskeerdersBos on the 22-23 of September 2018. I hope to see you there!
If you cannot make it, don’t despair, for I am putting together a e-catalogue. If you wish to receive one, send me a message with your email address to be added to my mailing list. …Looking forward!