The portrait of Ronald Snijders was taking quite some effort. Luckily for me I needed Ronald twice to model for me. To have someone is modeling is always special. We talk about loads of things but it is never small talk. In the intimacy of a work that is born into the clay, we always talk about things that make your life (and mine) worthwhile. Or hard. Or great. Because I want to catch the essence of a person it can not be about superficial things. Ronald is an amazing guy, storyteller, intelligent, living a full life. Musician. He experienced a million things and is very aware of being part of a family, a link in a long history. And surely we talked about being colored or white in this society, man or woman, opposites. In the end I figured out what to do and finished the portrait. We are both very happy with the result and having Ronald over to see his portrait was once again a lovely experience!
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Time and time again strange words come of the television. Too painful to remember literally their their scope is; art is for lunatics and at best a hobby. Of no importance. Something marginal. No need to take seriously. Then, when we have a commemoration of something important we gather around a monument… A work of art! To center very important moments we human beings apparently need, literally, a piece of art. When we marry we give our beloved a ring. Things of beauty for important moments, our life is stacked with it. A city is not a good place to be without beauty, without theatre, without a music stage. Life without art is possible but, ouch, without joy. Hurray for art! Hurray for living life fully!
I am tidying up my studio. Going through bags of clay, half way dried out with half finished sculptures in between. Then I find a just started portrait of my daughter. It has been there for years, it is my toddler daughter. In the blink of an eye I remember how she felt, the softness of her skin, her remarks, how much I love her and even though the portrait isn’t finished, I fire it. I just found a treasure!
I finally wanted to make the Gate to Here and Now. All material for this sculpture was already in my studio, I'm quite a hoarder and have many ideas, so my studio is full of 'stuff'. 'A mess', people without many ideas might call it. The rod I had around I could bend and form into a gate and a space. When one passes the gate one enters the Here and Now. The line is quite thin and golden, the golden lining of your world. Your perception for sure. The way it has been constructed, quite sloppy, of material I had laying around, makes me happy. Everything to get into the Here and Now was already here. You can see it at Impulse and, magnificent detail, it is in chains there! Very important this Gate to Here and Now is not to be stolen. (It is very easy to take apart, it has to fit in my car, but this will forever remain our secret.) More of this? https://lnkd.in/dVK5hB3
Last weekend I was in London to put together a place of memory. Someone I love had lost the love of his life and in the United Kingdom, if you have permission of the landowner, you may put a grave on the land. I was asked to make a small cellar and the urn to be placed into this. I made different designs and made the urn chosen. The small cellar is made of Belgian Bluestone, like a puzzle fitting together so once placed, with the earth pushing from the sides, steady and remaining the right form. Over it a slab of the stone that forms the terrace nearby is placed. It was an important moment, placing the urn and closing the cellar. I was so honored I could make this for them. It gave me the chance to put my love for the two of them in.
Last night composer Theo Loevendie turned 88. He is not impressed by this, last year he published his memoires and he still plays and writes new works. A few years ago he couldn't play his saxophone any longer due to eye problems, so he took up the piano... He is an inspiring guy! In 2014 I made his portrait, tiny but definitely him and in honor of his birthday the portrait is in a little book with all the portraits of Theo made through the years.