De installatie die ik al eerder maakte, heb ik nu eindelijk in beweging kunnen brengen. De motor van de platenspeler was niet sterk genoeg; ik heb er daarom een ruitenwissermotor ingebouwd, die wordt gevoed door een autoaccu. Hieronder zie je de resultaten.
Hier draait de platenspeler zichzelf vast, wat ik eigenlijk een heel mooi beeld vond. Ik heb het dan ook zo gelaten, persoonlijk vind ik het eindbeeld sterk.
De installatie kan ook langere tijd bewegen, zoals hier te zien is.
Omdat te voorkomen dat het touw van paardenhaar zichzelf vastdraaide, wond ik steeds de losse, uitstekende haren opnieuw strak vast, voordat ik de machine aanzette.
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maandag 28 november 2011
maandag 17 oktober 2011
'Dances of trees' - with hair and straw
The installation 'Dances of trees' is kind of finished. It's completed, but it doesn't exactly work the way I want it to. But I'm very pleased with the image/visual as I created it now, I think it's really strong. It would be great though if I can make it work. Hopefully I'll manage!
For now, you'll find some pics of the installation so far.
I also kind of like the fact that the horse hair is strangeld up around the record player, as if the dance has been stopped, obstructed...
So if I won't manage to make it turn, that'll be a nice back-up idea to keep in mind :)
For now, you'll find some pics of the installation so far.
I also kind of like the fact that the horse hair is strangeld up around the record player, as if the dance has been stopped, obstructed...
So if I won't manage to make it turn, that'll be a nice back-up idea to keep in mind :)
zondag 16 oktober 2011
Horsetails..
For my newest installation 'Dances of trees' I want to use the hair of horsetails for the driving mechanism of the installation. I want to make a sort of rope,
a raw, long dreadlock, so it can function as a chain to move the tree-parts around.
So, I called with the butcher of a slaughterhouse for horses, to ask if I could have some horsetails. No problem, he said, I could come by any friday, because that's their ususal slaughterday. It was quite an event, for me as a vegetarien, to go and see what happens there. I was confronted with big trunks of meat, skinned and freshly bleeding.. The horsetails were just roughly removed with a saw, so there was still a piece with bone, meat, blood and skin attached to them. Luckily the butcher shaved off the hairs for me, so I didn't have to do that back home.
Though the smell was awful and the trunks of meat, hanging there to bleed were horrible, my curiosity masterd my fear and horror. I didn't even have trouble going in to walk amongst the trunks of meat. The colours of the raw meat were extraordinary, I'd never seen such a thing before. The intestines of one of the horses were also hanging there on a few hooks, it was still intact; the colours of it were also really amazing.
I'm not shure if I could ever work with these materials to make art. It did occur to me how beautiful the raw meat is, but for me it's to shocking, to direct to work with it in art. I could cope with it if I had to, but I wouldn't like it at all. I would certainly loose my appetite for a while..
Some thought it was weird that I just walked in there, as a vegetarian. I guess they think being vegetarian is about sympathy for animals and anti-animalkilling.
I don't mind horses getting slaughtered when they're ill or old, but not just to provide sausages for people. Most people that do eat meat, don't dare to walk in there I bet.. For me it was just curiosity, and a feeling of wanting to see what's happening there, to confirm for myself why I don't eat meat. But above all it was about the hair of the horsetails, that I really wanted for the installation I'm making.
Back home a washed the tails with a bit of hot water, because they were a bit sticky of old blood. I do want them to maintain their scent of horses, so I didn't use any cleaning products. Here you can see some pics of them, hanging outside to dry.
Later I tried to make one long dreadlock of it, but the hairs were so star that I had to switch from dreadlock to twisted rope. This way it di work out, I made a long rope of about 4, maybe 5 metres. Here you can see the result:
a raw, long dreadlock, so it can function as a chain to move the tree-parts around.
So, I called with the butcher of a slaughterhouse for horses, to ask if I could have some horsetails. No problem, he said, I could come by any friday, because that's their ususal slaughterday. It was quite an event, for me as a vegetarien, to go and see what happens there. I was confronted with big trunks of meat, skinned and freshly bleeding.. The horsetails were just roughly removed with a saw, so there was still a piece with bone, meat, blood and skin attached to them. Luckily the butcher shaved off the hairs for me, so I didn't have to do that back home.
Though the smell was awful and the trunks of meat, hanging there to bleed were horrible, my curiosity masterd my fear and horror. I didn't even have trouble going in to walk amongst the trunks of meat. The colours of the raw meat were extraordinary, I'd never seen such a thing before. The intestines of one of the horses were also hanging there on a few hooks, it was still intact; the colours of it were also really amazing.
I'm not shure if I could ever work with these materials to make art. It did occur to me how beautiful the raw meat is, but for me it's to shocking, to direct to work with it in art. I could cope with it if I had to, but I wouldn't like it at all. I would certainly loose my appetite for a while..
Some thought it was weird that I just walked in there, as a vegetarian. I guess they think being vegetarian is about sympathy for animals and anti-animalkilling.
I don't mind horses getting slaughtered when they're ill or old, but not just to provide sausages for people. Most people that do eat meat, don't dare to walk in there I bet.. For me it was just curiosity, and a feeling of wanting to see what's happening there, to confirm for myself why I don't eat meat. But above all it was about the hair of the horsetails, that I really wanted for the installation I'm making.
Back home a washed the tails with a bit of hot water, because they were a bit sticky of old blood. I do want them to maintain their scent of horses, so I didn't use any cleaning products. Here you can see some pics of them, hanging outside to dry.
Later I tried to make one long dreadlock of it, but the hairs were so star that I had to switch from dreadlock to twisted rope. This way it di work out, I made a long rope of about 4, maybe 5 metres. Here you can see the result:
dinsdag 11 oktober 2011
vrijdag 23 september 2011
Concepts or fantasies; 'work in progress'
Installatie
'Untitled'
Materiaal: 3 dikke boomstammen, hangend aan een horizontaal in de lucht 'zwevend' betonraster van 2,5m x 2m (bevestigd aan het plafond erboven). Via een kogellager van twee schijven met daartussen kogeltjes, zijn de stammen bevestigd aan het raster, waardoor ze vrij zijn om rond hun as te bewegen.
Naast de stammen, staat een sokkel of tafel met daarop een oude lpspeler. Via een geleider loopt een een ketting rond de lpspeler en rond de stammen; de stammen draaien rond als de lpspeler ook ronddraait. Het specifieke technische verhaal laat ik even achterwege, is niet zo belangrijk.
Performance/Live sculpture
'And the Poet jumped'
Omgeving: bos of theaterzaal. Materiaal: lage bak gemaakt van een lattenraamwerk met een zeil daarover gedrapeerd. Daarin staat een bodempje van ong 5cm water en zit ik ineengedoken; mijn onderbenen en ellebogen raken de grond. Mijn haar ligt voorover gespreid in het water en mijn handen reiken naar een
oude typemachine die, op een verhoging, ook in de bak met water staat. Ik type gedurende een nader te bepalen tijd 'live' gedichten, adhv woorden en gevoelens die in me opkomen als ik daar zo lig en toeschouwers me zien liggen. Mijn gezicht ligt op mijn knieeen en gaat schuil achtermijn haren, waardoor ik blind zal moeten typen..
Fotografie
'I've always wanted to hang myself on a tree'
Een fotobeeld waarin ik naakt en ondersteboven aan bomen en takken ga hangen. Ik zoek dan een speelse, maar ook doordringende, levenloze sfeer. Ik probeer die twee samen te brengen.
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