Thursday, 31 July 2014

The Accidental Fold - Edinburgh 

A few days ago I took down my show - The Accidental Fold - that was on view in the National Museum of Scotland in EdinburghUnderneath you will find some images from the show.

The Accidental Fold explored the hidden beauty of found objects – things dropped or discarded destined to decay and disappear. I rescued them from their fate and transforms them into works of fragile beauty. 
The objects that I bring home have the shape of the ‘passing of time’. For example, a piece of folded paper bearing the shape of a pocket where it had been held for hours, then the traces of the hand that had wrinkled it minutes prior to discarding it. Finally, the folded piece of paper bearing the organic stamp of being trampled by hundreds of footsteps, flattening and folding its surface.
In the National Museum of Scotland I exhibited inside their beautiful Sculpture Gallery.

I carefully placed each printed object next to one of the sculptures already present finding abstract or direct relationships with each sculpture.

The staff from the National Museum of Scotland have all been so wonderful to work with. Eileen Budd, just before leaving gave me one her own found objects. A very precious treasure.Thank you Eileen!

Tuesday, 15 July 2014

Edinburgh International Fashion Festival

Coming up very soon: the second installation of The Accidental Fold in the National Museum of Scotland as part of Edinburgh International Fashion Festival organized by the wonderful Anna Freemantle!

"This is our third festival and we are thrilled to present a series of exceptional, curated events across Edinburgh in some of the most unique and beautiful venues the city can boast. Our aim with the festival is to present International luminaries and local heroes on the same platform and to captivate the industry and general public in original, thought-provoking ways. For more information"

Anna Freemantle, Director, Edinburgh International Fashion Festival

flyer for my show made by Eric Haberfeld

Saturday, 14 June 2014

Finding Agnes Martin 

On a recent visit to New York I finally found my way to Dia Beacon, one of the most beautiful museums I have ever seen so far. 

I did not know the works of the painter Agnes Martin before, but her soft  paintings with lines and grids stuck in my mind after I had left. Her paintings gave me an intense sense of peace and tranquility, a space to breathe. I wanted to know a bit more about her life and work and so I bought the documentary "Agnes Martin, with my back to the world" made by Mary Lance. 

The last months I have been more intensely exploring slowing down things in my life and the importance of emptying the mind to become more concentrated. 

Agnes Martin found the truth on her route through life, she can only say these things because she found out for herself:

"I gave up on all facts entirely in order to have an empty mind for inspiration to come into. 
If your mind is full of garbage, if inspiration came, you would not recognize it anyway.  
So you have to practice to quiet the mind. "

she goes on:

" I think the aim of people is wrong.  All is about ambition, striving for more.  I believe in sitting around waiting for inspiration.  All aggressive behavior is wrong.  You go out and do and attack things . All this hard fast life, go,go,go! I am absolutely convinced that with a soft attitude you receive more."

and on:

"It's very hard to quiet the mind, you have to go slower and slower and stop. Then your mind is at rest, and then you have to not try to hard.  I found out that the best way is to just look around you and don't look for anything just be in the mood to see the truth.  It's a happy state of mind, very small happiness.

and on:

"Suffering means that you have chosen a negative.  when you make a negative choice, you have made a choice that will be harmful to yourself or somebody else.  A positive choice is a choice that will make you or somebody else happy and comfortable. Only the positive choices count. "

Her words made me think of a cardboard sign I found on the street of New York recently:

Wednesday, 7 May 2014

Nest - One nest stand

Presentation of the first installation of "The accidental Fold" in The Hague. 
Upcoming Edinburgh International Fashion Festival 18 July - 28 July.

photo's Jhoeko

Wednesday, 9 April 2014


Exhibition, Thursday May 1st, 20.00 - 24.00 Hours
NEST De Constant Rebecqueplein 20B, The Hague

Curator: Charlott Markus
A short lived exhibition, 4 hours in which a mark and  reminder is left that most things perish, vanish or evaporate; even though we, as humans, leave marks and traces behind to be found, to be considered and to be reflected on.
'Some things perishable' has the ambition to be a poetic but confrontational experience. Life and things disappear but will also reappear in different shapes, creating marks and traces.

Sunday, 9 March 2014



Sometimes pictures contain no memories. 
During my trip to Cambodia this winter I used a Agfa Clack. It is hard to see what the camera sees.  

The echo of the 19th century explorers can be felt at the temples of Angkor.
The roots of the magnificent jungle trees pierce through the ancient stones.
The stones are kept together by the roots of the trees and balance like contortionists on top of each other. Pieces of stone scattered over kilometers of ground, most of it is a huge impossible to solve puzzle by now. 

The reality of our world is not very far.
A light tap on your leg by the hands of a small child. 
"one dollar miss, one dollar".

Thursday, 13 February 2014

Story lines

If the sounds of your thoughts become quieter, the sounds of a city as loud as New York will become a pleasant soundtrack.

Walking  for 15 minutes noting down the sounds as they enter my ears. 
The list of the underneath things is what I could still decipher from my own handwriting.

Writing while walking
car passing by 
signal of a truck in reverse, loud beeping sound
signal of a truck in reverse, loud beeping sound
whistling man (“ New York, New York” - Frank Sinatra)
high heels
two men talking
rhythmic sound of high heels
screaming child
children’s laughter
car honk
two women talking
small girl talking, man answering
something heavy hits the ground
car honk mixed with children’s voices
car passing by in high speed
sound of distant helicopter
voice “no, half half”
car honk
man’s voice
voice “where did she go?”
voice “Hey”
truck slowing down
signal of a truck in reverse, loud beeping sound
voice “ right can you see me?”
sound of birds
sound of a piece of paper scratching the pavement as it moves in the wind
people exiting a door
an ambulance in the distance
crackling paper bag
slamming door
starting car
wheels of a shopping cart
a shout
blowing bag
voice “Robert, come and take a pee”
running footsteps

my own phone rings and stop listing to the surrounding sounds.

12 February 2014

"A big accident has happened in Greenwich village," The taxi driver tells me. "We can not take 7th avenue." "A big accident, a scaffold came down, the bus driver got killed.”

I hear a group of women talk about the same accident in a shop.
I live across the road from where it happened and I didn’t hear anything.“We just had our windows replaced, they must be really good these new windows.” they giggle

I am taking a few pictures of a cardboard “homeless bed “that I saw the other day and is now shed in a beautiful morning light.

Behind me I hear a loud growl and I look into the wild blue eyes of a man grasping things from the garbage bin. I wonder if this is his bed.

He comes up to me puts his face very close to mine, a cafe au lait substance is dripping from his beard and he says“you wanna take pictures?” “you should go to 7th avenue.”“The guy stole a truck and then he KILLED a busdriver!” 

I look at him and thank him for telling me this.
I tell him how sorry I feel for the busdriver. 

He walks off.
His once blue shimmering coat says Runner on the back.

A man with a Starbucks coffee in his hand walks by crosses a woman with a black duffel coat

New York is a stage with endless smaller and bigger story lines.