vrijdag 2 februari 1990

Nog immer opnieuw het wiel uitvindende...


”To all of your commands I obey,
who made your world
and created your life
To all of my commands you obey,
who wander through my world
and live all of my lives”

1990
various techniques on chipwood
(80 x125)
Verkocht.



Moet ik even op terugkomen, want ik ben de titel kwijt... Olieverf op iets ongelovelijk hards.
Verkocht trouwens.


”So be it, coffee spilled over broken wishes”

Well both in the flesh
needed abstract utilities
Invisible in the hugh, high hall
was the man with the lamp
I walked right through him
as I once did before

So be it, coffee spilled over broken wishes
My island floats,
I feel secure
Between this winters’ pearls
I take my humble bow

1990
oil on plywood
(75 x 88)


maandag 1 januari 1990

De roemruchte jaren '90 staan voor de deur.


”Absurd rain”

Whispered sentences through the park
Thought them making sense
in absurd rain
Small sounds suggesting silence
The grey grassland is wrinkling its’ skin
humoured by the noisy speed of youth

1990
oil on projection-screen
(42 x 74)

Deze is begonnen in dezelfde Kibbutz, Gesher Haziv, samen met een Deense mede-volunteer, en later, allerlei vreemde landen later, thuis afgemaakt.


”At times I sniff reality”

At times I sniff reality
At times, when you’re discribing
this world to me,
I long to see it
At times I fantasise a two steps further,
turn my back
& whisper words of soothing to the past
Deaf as it looks through me in future
I twirl in present
Find no grip
in has been or will be

1990
oil on plywood
(80 x 120)



”Why compliment her with the beauty of her skin”

Freedom is in naked shoulders
Sometimes in just bare feet
What I want to do lies behind tomorrow
A night, a barrier to overcome,
smooth and easy and like a dream

Nothing interests me more
than the mood that’ll hold my hands
& I hope I can put them on my belly
and make them smile to what’s in there

1990
various techniques on chipboard
(40 x 50)