Caravan for sale
4x foto print on aluminium
“I don ’t look at EBay and see a collection of still lives,” William Cult said in his discussion about “social photography”
. .. but I do..
In these series I “borrowed” different foto’s selling caravans from Markplaats (something like eBay). Their initial job solely: a quick point of clarification for seller interest. In these images I recognize connection to previous relationships, functions and history. By taking the images out of their setting and placing them into an unconventional situation, as art, the image is redefined. In these pictures the beautiful mix of functional intimacy and sentimental value is mostly overlooked. Their fate uncertain, and most deleted after their selling purpose is served. By lifting them into an art form they skip their fate of vanishing, being lost for ever. Saving them is key, essential is the recognition of intimacy of the other involved.
Diptych,altered old painting & foto print of paint chips
17.5 cm x 24 cm
You are here
old landscape & you are here sign
42 cm x 59 cm
Framed poster wrapped in plastic
60 cm x 80 cm
An old faded reproduction of a painting by Alfredo Palmero 1960 wrapped for storage. By presenting this object as found, wrapped in this old plastic, it starts to represent something else; impermanence . The emphasis shifts from the discussion of its artistic qualities to the value of its life span. The focus here is on the whole; the wrapped faded, forgotten object. Once fashionable, loved and framed, now left and disregarded in an attic,… its expiry date past. There is a certain sadness there.
Old green felt table top, used for playing cards. Stained, worn and faded, traces of use still visible
felt table top
70 cm x 70 cm
Without subject matter
collage from old painting
37 cm x 13 cm
foto print on paper, in frame
120 cm x 84 cm
PROJECTS IN PROCESS -proof
We were here
Although only emptiness is portrayed, this work is about people, and their tendency to be impermanent. Tiny traces left behind are the only proof of existence. The unavoidable reality is that we are only temporary. Transience is inevitable. Wanting to be remembered and leaving a permanent mark is instinctual. I am not interested in big gestures, proof of past life is always there, even in the subtle.