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Sep 15, 2014 / 3 notes

Some more impressions of my visit at Fiete Stolte´s nice studio

Visited artist Joep van Liefland for AD in his studio today for an interview and photos. It was fun!
Sep 12, 2014

Visited artist Joep van Liefland for AD in his studio today for an interview and photos. It was fun!

Sep 6, 2014 / 1 note

Additional footage (for performance in progress), 2014

Sep 4, 2014 / 2 notes

Farewell, 2014
HD-Video & Photos

It´s a farewell. A farewell to a life, a farewell to a fear, a farewell to mourning.
My granny who died in March 2014 has always loved her garden, it was a part of her. Now she is part of a bigger garden. The memory of her is the seed that I´m planting in her bed with this performance.

It´s almost autumn. I remove the last plants that are growing in this stone framed bed that has always reminded me of a grave somehow. That has always made me feel uncomfortable somehow. Afterwards I´m aerating the soil with her spade. I´m doing, what she did, so many times before me. I´m doing it while wearing one of her favourite garden dresses. They are vividly defining my memory of her.

I´m not planting any seeds then but I´m bedding myself in the earth, thinking of her and her bed in the earth. I´m joining her in spirit, I´m joining her sleep – with her old linen that I´ve filled with earth. The white sheets get dirty, they get transformed, they become part of the bed, of the garden, of nature.

It´s like a game a child would play but way too serious to be just a game as it deals with that very dreaded idea of death. We all live so we have to die at some time, we have to say farewell to our life, we have to say farewell to others. It´s hard. But this is an approach to learn to say goodbye. I plant myself into the earth, I bed myself as a seed full of life, as a body in which my granny lives on, in my memories. I bury my fear and my sadness to grow hope. It´s a farewel, it´s a tribute and a salutation.

Farewell, 2014
HD-Video & Photos 

It´s a farewell. A farewell to a life, a farewell to a fear, a farewell to mourning. 
My granny who died in March 2014 has always loved her garden, it was a part of her. Now she is part of a bigger garden. The memory of her is the seed that I´m planting in her bed with this performance.

It´s almost autumn. I remove the last plants that are growing in this stone framed bed that has always reminded me of a grave somehow. That has always made me feel uncomfortable somehow. Afterwards I´m aerating the soil with her spade. I´m doing, what she did, so many times before me. I´m doing it while wearing one of her favourite garden dresses. They are vividly defining my memory of her.

I´m not planting any seeds then but I´m bedding myself in the earth, thinking of her and her bed in the earth. I´m joining her in spirit, I´m joining her sleep – with her old linen that I´ve filled with earth. The white sheets get dirty, they get transformed, they become part of the bed, of the garden, of nature.

It´s like a game a child would play but way too serious to be just a game as it deals with that very dreaded idea of death. We all live so we have to die at some time, we have to say farewell to our life, we have to say farewell to others. It´s hard. But this is an approach to learn to say goodbye. I plant myself into the earth, I bed myself as a seed full of life, as a body in which my granny lives on, in my memories. I bury my fear and my sadness to grow hope. It´s a farewel, it´s a tribute and a salutation.
Sep 4, 2014

Farewell, 2014
HD-Video & Photos

It´s a farewell. A farewell to a life, a farewell to a fear, a farewell to mourning.
My granny who died in March 2014 has always loved her garden, it was a part of her. Now she is part of a bigger garden. The memory of her is the seed that I´m planting in her bed with this performance.

It´s almost autumn. I remove the last plants that are growing in this stone framed bed that has always reminded me of a grave somehow. That has always made me feel uncomfortable somehow. Afterwards I´m aerating the soil with her spade. I´m doing, what she did, so many times before me. I´m doing it while wearing one of her favourite garden dresses. They are vividly defining my memory of her.

I´m not planting any seeds then but I´m bedding myself in the earth, thinking of her and her bed in the earth. I´m joining her in spirit, I´m joining her sleep – with her old linen that I´ve filled with earth. The white sheets get dirty, they get transformed, they become part of the bed, of the garden, of nature.

It´s like a game a child would play but way too serious to be just a game as it deals with that very dreaded idea of death. We all live so we have to die at some time, we have to say farewell to our life, we have to say farewell to others. It´s hard. But this is an approach to learn to say goodbye. I plant myself into the earth, I bed myself as a seed full of life, as a body in which my granny lives on, in my memories. I bury my fear and my sadness to grow hope. It´s a farewel, it´s a tribute and a salutation.

Aug 29, 2014
Irene
Aug 27, 2014

Irene

Aug 27, 2014
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Aug 26, 2014

A Fair Thing (Dedication)

Das Auge auf
Position bringen
Es schreibt (sich) ein
Kontrast-Duett
Der Linsen
Dejà-Vu
Aus Silber, Glas und (L)ich(t)
Hier bist du dein Ort
Hier liegst du auf dir
Püppchen
Mit deinem Schatten
Fokus-schwanger
Ein zweieiiger Zwilling
Geburt der Perspektive
Die Unschärfe reibt sanft
An der Pupille
Dein Blick fällt auf
Dich zurück
Dein formatierter Körper
Deine skalierte Silhouette
Sinkt in die runde Galaxie
Schwarzes Loch
Unter dem Mandelbogen
Der Blitz Moment schmilzt
Das Januswesen ineinander
(Da wo die Welt entsteht)
Einsch(l)uss
Inkluse
Augenklause
Für die Hand bleibt das Dokument:
Eine poetische Akte
Gestempelt
Für immer in der Dimension
Dieses Augenblicks der Beweis
Dass du komplex bist
Dass selbst das Absolute
Nuancen hat
Und Fenster