sculpture – Tafel

short 13# – song piece

admin — Fri, 21 Jan 2022 13:28:29 +0000

short #11 – piñata poem

admin — Fri, 22 May 2020 12:18:53 +0000

tonight is tonight and tonight is a good night. sun comes up sun shines bright sun goes down. and i sold my soul and i sold yours too. for the night to be long and warm. for the sun to rise another day. tonight is tonight and tonight is a trip. as only the fools know and only the brave live. dare to hit. liberate your luck. take the stick. take the stick. take. the. stick.

drunk. so drunk I will lick my own tears.
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SOUPER IV

admin — Sat, 12 Oct 2019 14:15:26 +0000

SOUPER IV took place at Kunst&Zwalm art parcours, 09/2019

FRUCTIFERAM MELIS
Fam. Surrealis
Origin Sualma
57 v.C.

This tree has an estimated age of over 2000 years old. Coenam Praesumit IV was the first author to mention it: “The fragrance of the blossoms of the Fructiferam fulfilled me with the reminiscence of my first love, divine like nectar.”
Presumably it flowers every 162 years. The cloudy fruits are only edible with a view on the tree.

SOUPER IV and dog, 2019, by TAFEL

WRAPPING

admin — Mon, 28 Jan 2019 10:13:04 +0000

People love to wrap things up and I still can’t seem to understand why, even though it seems obvious.
Wrapping up gifts, as a surprise or disappointment to the person unwrapping.
Wrapping up a conversation, boring as hell.
Wrapping up their bodies on a cosy winter evening, blanket all around until they become the wrapping themselves.
Wrapping up a sandwich, to protect it from their purse.
Wrapping up a building, just because they can.
“We make beautiful things, unbelievably useless, totally unnecessary”
Wrapping up a conversation. (Christo and Jean-Claude)
Wrapping up a lesson, making sure not to forget.
Wrapping up cauliflower or cherries, like we did on SOUPER III. (For those who would like to recreate, just unwrap these recipes).
And then there’s the unwrapping. There’s a little magic in peeling away the layers, just like the skins of an onion. Getting closer to the core, getting rid of the unnecessary.
And then I ask myself why I even want to know a person’s motive to wrap up and I laugh. I might be too wrapped up in my head, thinking and overthinking, adding unnecessary layers that blur my mind. It’s okay to wrap up stuff sometimes, I’m just gonna let it go.

short #9 – cave

admin — Mon, 02 Jul 2018 08:46:03 +0000

going inwards
inwards the body
the body is empty
empty inside
inside the mountain
the mountain has gone
gone in the cave
the cave within
within the sound
the sound is echoing
echoing waves
waves towards
towards a meeting
a meeting of matter
matter is there
there is lost now
now lost a feeling
feeling whole
whole lotta matter
matter is moving
moving fast
fast moving slow
slowly knowing
knowing is to listen
to listen stop speaking
stop speaking to know
knowing all all all all

photo (c) Dániel Mátyás Fülöp

Watermelon Bacon Francis.

admin — Tue, 02 Jan 2018 13:42:35 +0000

Somewhere between figurative horror and abstract realism, Francis Bacon makes me feel dark and similar. I’m talking about his portraits of people, drenched in rawness, evoking inner emotions by showing a psyche of pain. Dark terror including red intensifying screams.

Where is your identity? I’m looking for your mask of normality and banal lies. Hidden behind a surface of restlessness, revealing what we all are.

Three Studies for a Portrait of Lucian Freud – Francis Bacon

Next to this an enlargement of Anish Kapoor that touches you on your inside, showing you the inside. Feeling sick or scared by recognition. Meaty lumps of silicone flesh, just like your interior, bloody painful.

Bacon without meat. Fruity saltness, served on everything you want, including the hand. Smoked and perfect, terrifyingly vegan.

Internal Object – Anish Kapoor

short #7 – mots de

admin — Thu, 20 Jul 2017 15:32:54 +0000

“Presque tous les jours, il y a des mots qui disparaissent, parce qu’ils sont maudits. Alors à la place, ou même pas forcément, on met des nouveaux mots qui correspondent aux idées nouvelles. D’ailleurs, depuis 2 ou 3 mois, il y a des mots que j’aimais beaucoup qui ont disparus…” < Alphaville, Jean-Luc Godard

2018

short #6 – my mount

admin — Fri, 09 Jun 2017 20:23:58 +0000

my mount my mount
i’m inside the mountain that is
inside me
to climb higher and higher and
tumble down
i grasp the mountain
mold the rocks and
tumble down
give the mount a name, give
the mount a name and
it becomes a mountain
mother gave birth to a stone
run run run with the rock
run with the rock

short #1 – mud

admin — Sat, 30 Apr 2016 18:59:51 +0000

what are we made of? you asked while kneading the mud. hands mixed the water and earth. we filled the gaps and holes and shaped a head and tail.
we left some space for a warm, loving heart.
I pointed at the creation. this was my reply. it was a prototype for both of us. it would do, at least for a while.
until we wouldn’t fit any longer, until we found our better selves.
if we’re made of mud, to whom belong the hands? you asked.
to the heart, I wanted to tell you, to the heart. I kept silent, pointed at my tailbone wishing something would grow there as a distraction.