It is almost a year ago that my father passed away. A year is a cycle. Everything around me reminds me of that. The leaves on the trees couldn`t be more specific. When the last leave will have fallen, the cycle is round and I will need to have finished something. It is a strange feeling, mystical almost. But at the same time also very physical. As if the spirit is still there within the year and will soon dissolve outside the boundaries of that year and disappear for more than ever can ever be. I don`t know. It is some sort of restlessness that urges me to finish something within that year, so I have materialised at least something of my feelings within the cycle of that year. I guess it is what grief does. One makes imaginary concoctions, one tries to trick reality and to find a world within heaven and earth. An open space where there is none to be found.
My new work the desired state, that is still in progress, has its source in the fascination with what someone leaves behind, with the uniqueness of a person that will never exist again. It relates much to my interest in cultures that have disappeared and how we try to reconstruct the stories about these cultures by the artifacts that survived centuries.And so I am making the remainder of an imaginary world. I am working hard on making that into a work, but at the same time I am also happy with the small steps that were made in the finalisation of the portrait I made of my father. This portrait is since a few months ready in bronze and found a place in my home. only…somehow, every time I passed it or looked at it, I had the feeling something was not right. Not the portrait itself (I am still satisfied with how much` him` is in it) but the location, its existence as an entity in a space. Somehow it needed to get some air. And so I decided to put the portrait in my mother`s garden so she can look at it. I put it in on the stand where the portrait that he made of her used to be. This last is since some time now standing on his last resting place. So now she is with him and he with her. And so it is good, and so it makes sense.
This is the second time a sculpture of mine serves as a lasting connection between people. Two years ago someone`s best friend was dying and before he died my client bought two pieces of my work