If we knew who we were, would we be what we are.
The game is on.
Mmm. how should I explain the rules and make everything crystal clear.
There must be a simple way.
What do you think?
The poetry of slow time.
There is a beauty in forgotten objects. They tell us who we are. They tell a story about our relationship with the daily things that surround us. .
What used to be a chair made for humans changes into an object happily talking to the wilderness it was thrown in. By time the relationship between the chair and a human changes. It becomes translucent, and stretches. It starts a new life.
The truth and the abstract self.
Fake news is on every bodies lips.
The selfie and the fast social media.
What did we sacrifice?
And what did we get in return?
When nature and art collide.
I want to come close to nature, integrate it in my works. Fuse nature with man made things. I try to find the holes in the border of artificiality and the natural world. And wonder if there is really a distinction between the two realms. The interesting things happen when the two elements connect and communicate with each other in a self explanatory way.