Some thoughts on cushions
With age comes an appreciation of good cushions. They must have qualities opposing the unforgiving pull of death. They make you forget your body through distributing the pull of gravity onto such a large area that it is barely noticeable. They devide gravitational force in a very large amount of small quantities. They try to beat gravity and in this they are machines that turn the person using them into a simulated angel : Life embracing, with a pain free mind, floating. They are a key to the shackles of reality. Dream maker, womb imposter. Utopia has been build probably on a foundation of soft cushions……
Projection of “Passanten” , video, 12min, 2008
“The engine” watercolour on paper , 2018
Toughts on Modernity and Repetition
Modernity started with tools that created the possibility of precise repetition of movement and then of production of objects. Modernity is based on precise repetition of movement. All engines, all industry, all production. Saying this; Understanding this as an artist I am not interested in precise repetition. I am bored by precise repetition. I detest precise repetition and therefore in a sense I am an enemy of Modernity and an enemy of the processes of technology. Precise repetition is a form of controlling future. A predicted movement happens with high probability. All engines are based on predicting the future. An engine is a machine that predicts and controls its own future. A machine that doesn’t behave in a predicted way is cause for anxiety. My father has difficulty to create a controllable future for himself. He is in this respect an opposite of an engine and I love this about him………………………………………………………… #writing #thinking #modernity #engines #drawing #ideas #predictingfuture #repetition #movement #history #world #industry #philosophy #stateofmind #artprocess #humanity #artist #art #contemporaryart
It has been a very windy day today and the streets were covered with seed pods. I picked up one of the pods and opened it. I was amazed about the tiny embryo I found. It is strange how similar all beings seem at their beginning. It felt breathtakingly odd, like a surgical operation and made me appreciate how deeply all life on our planet is connected. How life is truly one large organism.
To get certain foods we manipulate the sex life and the motherly love of animals and plants. We are inseminating cows and taking away materialised motherly love: milk. We are steeling unfertilised potential children from birds. We are lying to rice and pretending the rainy season is starting by flooding its environment , so it puts all the energy it has in its potential children,its seeds, so they can survive the next season and a possibility to get fertilised . I voice these observations not necessarily as a moralistic plea for veganism, but more as an observation of how our foods are connected to sexuality and love. A lot of our foods are interrupted plant or animal sex or the harvesting of motherly love. It is violent and very manipulative and expands over most foods and builds the fundament for the extraordinary expansion of our species. We have created a lot of narratives to be able to cope and execute this behaviour, as we are also socially highly empathetic and have the tendency to anthropomorphisise almost everything..