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Starting with my new school opened different ways of looking at my work.
Lately I found out that most of my work is far from what I like to see in art.
From the fiew lessons I've had, I allready learned so much about ballanced composition, devision, use of colour, shape, form, light and shadow that I rarely find back in my work.
I decided to throw all of my old work in a folder that goes by the same name, and start with a clean plate.



En voor de Nederlandstaligen onder ons;
Zelden heb ik zo'n gave spreuk als deze gezien in een kunst geschiedenis boek, ik denk dat ik er een t-shirt mee ga bedrukken:

'De volmaakte kunsten echter droegen al het zaad van corruptie, gekunsteldheid en oververfijning in zich, dat kon ontkiemen onder een onderdrukkend regime.'

W1L50N

I would like to thank three great persons/artists for critisizing and in inspiring me.
I’ve allways been too pig-headed to take advise from others or to try something else. Now that i’m not in school, i have come to a point of shitting out inspirationless crap that kept me from losing the will to do anything at all, i lately found myself a new way of drawing wich has
(for now) opend new doors and endless freedom to do what i want. I hope i can also use it to explore some more about painting and other materials. But it mostely is a thing that i feel really confertable with when drawing.. something i didn’t feel for a few years.

Now i know this whole ‘new style/way’ is nothing more than a scetchy way of doodling but i will get better on it. Iwant to be able to create images without the use of stylistic lines (if that that’s a term). Things don’t have lines around them in real life, just light creating shadow,showing shapes, forms and colours. Than again i realize i’ve never kept promises to my self about working in a sertain way longer than three or four pieces, but i shall try to keep this thing alive. I found out that drawing and painting are quiet simmillar, the only thing you have to do is find your own way of putting things down.


Many thanks to:




Just got back from the beautyfull and cultural overwhelming city Antwerpen (Belgium), were ‘Vidorulover’ showed me all the gallerys, musea and historical oddity’s.
It was great and has left an implotion of inspiration in my psychotic brain-chunk.
I’m even thinking to start a study overthere, because the rooms are quiet cheep, the public transport survices are better organized, the beer is good and the musea are free!


Now if you’ll excuse me, my art is getting cold..

Ok, so here are some things that anoy me,

Children who walk ‘avondvierdaagse’ (some marathon for kids in the netherlands) and then suddenly dress up in orange (colour of holland since it’s introduced by footballfreaks) because the E.K. will start in four days and it has nothing to do with what they are doing.
Then they block all of the village most importaint ways to get to the station.. then what’s even more fuckedup are their parents, and théir parents who did not teach them to walk on the pavement. Then their barking dogs (they all have one).
When you go to the supermarket to buy your stuff, you get an orange lion with big furry orange hair with it, without any questionning if you would like to have that with the stuff you just bought. There are also bigscreen lcd tv’s in the supermarket with commercials of their own products on it.. isn’t that a little too much? I mean you allready ARE in the super market to buy shit and you allready hear the sale messages they tell you from the supermarketradio. Some people have to say that the house they see is pretty by every house they pass by. A lot of people who eat in restaurants can’t find the toilets while there are three boards to guide the way.. one on the stairs (with an arrow in the direction to walk), one on the wall next to the toiletdoor (allso with an arrow) and the final one is placed above the entrence of the toilets.. how could it be more fucking obvious? Still people check the door of the cleaners place, the kitchen, the stairs to the basement and somtimes even walk to the first floor before they accually walk throuh the door they were ment to.
One more really stupid orange thing, at the middle of the market place there is a fontain.
Yes indeed, the bastards added some coloured liquid sothat the fontain is orange.
Still i sit there trying to look at the water instead of the orange.. funny enough the fontain doesn’t seem to care about what colour of water it’s producing. It’s just creating flow after flow, the water is just flowing, flowing, flowing. It doesn’t give a shit what it looks like, it doesn’t give a shit about the screaming children and the barking dogs.

So i finally come home and start to make some breakfast, i force myself to eat because i did barely do that for three days and turn on the tv. This way i can eat without noticing so i might eat faster then yesterdays half croissant in fifteen minutes.
Tv is on.. i don’t wanna let my mood turn down from watching the problems of some pope..
[zap]
You can now look like you’ve been on holliday and fight against seven sympthomes of growing old at the same time!
[zap]
When you grow older your skin gets more empty, use this shit and it will fill up your skinn so that it looks nice and tight.. (maybe the human body grows old because that’s natural, maybe the human body loses fat becaus it’s building off to death and doesn’t need that extra weight while it’s getting weaker and more fragile. Maybe i don’t want to have a face like that prick from tokio hotel when i reached the age of sixty and finally have my pokerface, maybe i don’t want all the girls in the bus to look like Kate Beckinsale. Maybe i don’t want to go to bed with some hot chick and fiend out that it’s my neighbours grandma next morning. You don’t go around pumping up babys with cilicones to make them look musceled do you?)
[zaaaaaaaaaaap...........]
litterally: This cream works AGAINST NATURAL WAYS,COMMA,THIS IS HANDY!! This way you don't have to pull out your hair as much as before.
(animation of a chemical reaction in wich the hair grows back smaller and smaller).
[zaaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap]
‘Yes, we are so happy with our new car. We bought it with rent money (buying something with a rent??!!) from lenen.nl. it has so much room and comfort and the children fit in and blablablah.. ‘Dad! where is the ball?’ (American familly walks to the beach, father with big non-gelant smile, blue eyes blonde backcombed hair and trimmed beard makes stupid move and taps hand to forehead) ‘Ghehe, well i guess daddy left it in the car..’
(voice-over: ‘Well that's silly dad, mayby you forgot beacause there’s so much space in your new car haha). AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
[turn off]
Yet again they succeded in ruining my good mood.

Getting more and more depressed i was so full of ideas that i couldn’t make up my mind. Started to doubt about every shitty little scetch so much that i didn’t even know what to make anymore, even in real life i can’t make up a meaning about most things because i keep seeing everything from both sides and keep asking myself al the if, if, questions. Getting insertain i get de-motivated and non-productive aswell with painting as with the day to day stuff like getting out of bed, eating or doing anything at all. Got so insertain that i even started to care what i wear and how i act in public, didn’t even want to look at people anymore because i was too paranoid. Lately found out a little professional help wouldn’t be out of order here.

If you finisched this, you are a very brave reader and you probebly found it a little interesting.