I placed 9 busts of unfired clay in the sea to see what would happen if they were being exposed to the forces of nature. The process was filmed and then made into a 13 min movie. The final installation was a movie with the remains of the sculptures.
2012 is now 12 years ago. 12 years is a cycle. 12 years ago was (apparently) the year of the water dragon. Reading that made me laugh. water dragons are far-sighted with perseverance but lack of individuality. They will have many romantic dates. They should make full use of this to search for their true love.
I am not a water dragon, i am a gold swine (dissapointed emoji). Gold swines are apparently bittersweet and their finances dwindle easily due to extravagance (again dissapointed emoji)
whatever…
It is now Saturday and I spent already too much time writing about a work that is now 12 years ago, but on the other hand writing about old work always pays off. it makes one see what a road one has travelled since then and how the work has evolved. But then again, I also at the same time feel that everything goes in cycles and I am again back at a certain point in the cycle, same point but different level, closer to myself and again in conflict with myself since I am stuck in my current creative work since a while now. Or maybe not so much stuck, but rather in conflict with the ‘‘theme’’ of my work: flowers and still life. As I am maybe also in conflict with the still life that is going on inside me. The menopauze that is kicking in like a ruthless witch, bereaving me of my youth, my beauty, my eggs. I was never a fan of still lives in art, they are so ‘still’. But here I am and I know this is the way to go. I always follow the way to go, even if it is a hot and dry desert path.
Paradise of surrender was not dry nor desert.
It was a wonderful and intense trip and it was made in the best possible way I could do at that time in terms of vision, filming, editing, sound etc.. It was filmed with two cameras because for me it was important that there was a collective and an individual perspective on the sculptures. To see how each sculpture was hit by the waves in a different way and thus separated from the group, going through their own battle with the sea. After having been exposed to the sea for 7 hours, all but one (the front one) came out withered by the sea, but o so beautiful. Like coral. At the end I collected all the remaining parts like archaeological remains and integrated them in the installation.
I hope that one day I will look like one of my sculptures, beautiful like salty coral, withered by a life well lived.