"How are you skipping, my child?" - testing the waters with a video (#wip ). The void as a generational issue. Effort and failure. Family footage graciously shared by my sister @martalion , who uses it in her research (the unbelieveably uncoordinated child is me).
Let this be what forever feels like ❤ (we met when we were 15. We predicted each others' futures. We lived in all separate countries. We sent emails and Amarula bottles. We wanted to live in an egg-shaped house. We tell each other the truth when it seems like it needs telling. We became artists, or we are becoming artists. These people know the colors and shades of my soul and never judged me for them. These people are my people) ❤ pic by the only guy we've ever adopted, @manuel.m.gil
When people you've known and adored for half a lifetime come to Brussels and they put pics of your studio at its messiest (or the sun shining on your bum) online and you are not even mad. It's been too long @provincetown and @eduardocassina ❤❤❤
It's my party and I'll cry if I want to (work in progress), hand-pierced confetti on a cotton thread.
A year ago this city broke, but hatred cannot outlast everything. Springs come back. Birds become louder. Leaves turn green again. Things bigger than us, beyond us, persist. Doing meditative art feels poignant on days like today. We are impermanent. Even art can be impermanent. But life will continue.
Repetition as void (tiny white stickers on grid paper). Stretching out creative muscles.
#theyshoothorses by #edithdekyndt for the #BelgianArtPrize (Opened yesterday @bozarbrussels ). Thousands and thousands of nails prickling a cascade of docile velvet curtains. Every single one of these has been painstakingly pierced by hand at an even, measured distance. Opposite, a grainy video of dance marathons popular in the US in the early 20th century. On conformism and desperation. Sublime (Not only because I put a few of those myself 😉).
I did it! I wrote an article on my adventures trying to build the image research catalogue. Link in bio if you are curious at all.
🖼 Karla Black's Pleaser.
👉 Things are slowly starting to flow again. I am thinking of writing an article on Medium about the image mapping adventure I've been immersed in (I HAVE TRIED AAAAALL THE SOFTWARES!). I know most of you are here for the images, but I bet some nerdy researcher out there could do with knowing what worked and what didn't. Also, I have decided to dive into this pseudo creative emptiness (I suspect I am just "switched" on analysis/processing/verbal mode as I research and write 🤔); if I am researching the void, I might as well be voided 🙌 finding a sense of trust in what my body does (don't forget mind is body, too) ⚡
I am stuck with my practice for the first time in a long, long time. I have heard from other MFA students that it is common for people to go through creative crisis as one grows. I am following the script perfectly, then 😂 Any of you has gone through this? Care to share? (In the pic one of Kusama's infinity nets).
The moment Beyoncé enters your image research. Happy Friday!
Happy Womens Day 💜 May we be seen and heard. May we build a fair way forward. May we not forget those doing incredible work before us. (In the pic #hilmaafklint 's artwork- an abstract art pioneer who didn't get recognised in the official "how abstract art came about" narrative for a long time).
I was reminded of #abywarburg 's #mnemosyne in January, and have been thinking about it since. Exploring how meaning builds between images.
Rebuilding my studio in it's home reincarnation. It's making me look both behind and forward. It's showing me connections I hadn't seen before. Slowly, slowly.
Farewell to the studio. Nothing left but a million thank yous ✨
Guess who's back.
@martamiguelmartinezsoria came to my studio months and months ago and put a tiny book in my hands. I only got around to reading it now and had to stop on the spot and get on here: it was The Poetics of Space by Gaston Bachelard- the chapter on the intimate immensity is EVERYTHING I need for my research right now. FANTASTIC ❤ thank you! Also- QUICK NOTE-> I'll be away the whole of February doing an internship with one of my most favoritest artists. I am not sure how much I'll be able to share publicly, but it is HUGE for me 🙌🙌🙌 so loads to be grateful and engaged with (what a contrast with the state of the world)
When one of the smartest peeps you know (@ellen_anthoni ) writes a trend report that is actually innovative... and you are in it talking about art and the senses and stuff... #floored 😱(don't believe I am this cool for a second, all the coolness is Ellen's).
After Agnes Martin's Little Sister. Martin said that she did her first grid she was thinking of the innocence of the trees. In these series, I start at her grid/innocence relation, but read in in a very current perspective. Here, grids are perfect, machine printed (unlike hers). Grids here are about measure, about specificity. These grids are about truth. Grid/innocence/truth. How do you stay present in a world after truth? How do you remain innocent in a moment where measurable facts have no effect? How does one defeat evil when truth has stopped being a tool?
"Gabriel Marcel distinguished, many years ago, between a problem and the mystery. (...) A problem is there to be solved; the mystery is there to be initiated into, or to be entered into fully." Thomas Moore in conversation with Suzi Gablik in Conversations Before The End of Time. Image is Agnes Martin's Little Sister (nails on canvas with graphite)