Stift

St Elisabeth Kirche, Mitte, Berlin. 12 - 13 may 2012

This couldn´t get any attention in Brussels to make or to get populated.

The St Elisabeth church is a historical site, rebuilt in the 90s after his decayed state

after the war. And now a congress and public place of culture interests.

From the mids of april, Belgian curator Alexia Werrie and Denish curator Solvej Helweg Ovesen made a drawing congress out if it. A contemporary field of mindscapes, toughts and feelings on paper, overrun, corected, ruined, destroyed, reshaped or reinvited by another one. A little piece of a universal mind in a little quite corner in Berlin where everbody entering the church could get involved with this plausible mindcocktail.

I was invited as a contact from the Glogaurer residence, to put my identity in the project. A weekend of

spiritual reflects and stainted clothes. A church that finally gave some guidance to your actual soul and another one. But when another tried to put up a monumental thought on these white castlewalls, a truckload of children invited to close down there spontaneous and free spirit, would relativate that topic to his roots.

A gifted excercise.

Berlin sketches - 14 may 2012

these series of illustrations are few of the ones set to be the visual part of a short story about

´the Collector´. A curious being that lives sideways with humans, collects and finds beauty in the detail of

objects left behind or taken and notable figures out a plan to shape his view on life among the others.

The story is written by Jara López Ballonga.

Berlin sketches april - may 2012

Berlin sketches april-march 2012

Open studios exhibtion

A room with views. One work is already packed towards Tiawan. 31/03/2012

Berliner

GlogauAir Residency and outside. 25/03/2012

´Pan metron Ariston´ or in Greek sayings; ´everything is in balance´.
Thank dear Greek friend with les cheveux de gerres

In this Deutsche microcosmos of artists breaking guts and jaws to develop a different identity, that one of a Platonic entertainer and lover,

I understand that nobody is following a unified movement, walk your exotic behavoir you´ re Dean Martin and the next day Brüno Ganz with desires.

Berliners hide their teeth in mouth for the fronzing truth towards their estranged immigrating neighboors. A terminal full of bagageclaims. This is the generation of the breaking walls. Nobody can describe their deliberated being as the confussion to share this past or identity with others.

I really believe that heaven grips the closest hand within their thick skies.

This is not a lifeboat, this is life.

Their is something else out here. fuck Brussels, even if I must return for promising thoughts and dear friends,

I said it for this moment while I don´t want to close my eyes and mouth anymore.

But everything must be in balance. fuck you now but love you later.

Still
I miss too much the unfinished reasons.
As long they not become mirrors. I believe that tendency comes back in other colours.

But I already found a dessert of peace. Everyone in the building is in the same position not to wait no more for growing seeds out of the coal soil.

These first 3 months in Berlin I want to become my machine, it fits Berlin and the spontaneous drawings for my project about the father-figure,

OPEN STUDIOS

March 30-31, 2012

GlogauAir gGmbH

Glogauerstr., 16

10999 Berlin – Germany

Kuno Ebert / Diamantis Sotiropoulos / Samantha Donnelly / Caetlynn J. Booth / Leo Babsky / Virginia Echeverría / Grace Kim / Yi Kyung Cho / Patricia March / Stefaan van Hyfte /

http://www.glogauair.net/images/katalog_Maerz_web_spreads.pdf

We must adore the loudness of privacy and shelter in our western tradition of having houses. Brick walls, gestured colours and furniture that describes our age of interests, closed or open curtains. On 15 february, I learned that Holland curtians are vividly held open, sometimes the pleasant openess to talk about anything, sometimes developing as bare feet on nails. So houses are basicly the mental wisdom and natural shelter of peoples' minds. On that day, I witnessed the communistic habitat of a notorious comedian from Holland, Andre Van Duin, whos long time running of emboding his drifts and stakes in his mind on television brought him to his installed house on his 65th birthday. He randomly is eager and stubborn to take corrections by bystanders. I jumped on that train with a sense that I reconized that patron of life, exposure of being open with your own persona in a honest way, by the make-up of comedy for a thinking overrunning face. What better mentor I had to portray, even if i didn't had contact with him while making his house' illustrations. I was stuck with blanco preparations and was allowed to fill a place behind the curtains myself. It went sometimes personal for that, but neverless this comedian is branching himself into wild openess . He is Peter Sellers among the old generation (and new one I believe, I didn't hold track enough as a Belgian kid with this neighbor comedian). Meaning he is an anthem for a whole nation that watched him on television over the years. His face is so housefurniture. At the expo I mentioned that Dutch people are welcoming others all the time to their minds That gives a nice combination with a Belgian that just provoces attention and holds up some organic kind of conversations. Neverless I didn't like my sort of dressed illustrations on a personal though, but I really felt bounded with a house I drawed for a different mental minds, the comedian as well a whole remembering stock of people who he entertained with his reflections of the audiences' habitat. I do like the dressing part of my illustrations for this purpose but I don't like the alienation that goes with it. In the middle of finding homes and communities, I made a warming home for somebody else, worked around it, while I myself was and still looking for one.What a gasp that I linked his life, his house with my beginning mine that just moves around all the time right now.

showreel about my illustration past.
... still the same desktop and mess around...

Mysticism works all corners around in free work, personal work that reflect something durable within your own timespending. Dailies, working on shift for the newsprint is something else. Reflecting thoughts, blinks and impulsive writtings on the wall makes your work more easy and honest.

But will it stand up as fastfood for people reading in trams, metros and trains maybe in traffic jammed cars? This illustration is my first publication for a Belgian newsprint, nothing to say about

our traffic jammed politics or the crisis in Greece... just for poemlovers. (De Morgen 24/01/2012)

In loving memories of memories yet to come... Entering Berlin at the GlogauAir Residency from march '12. Finally me and a long time awaited project will get the professional attention it needed.

the 'Fatherproject' collects a wide range of interviews about personal anecdotes or vague memories about peoples fathers. There are no bounderies what will be selected or worked out. I still need some interests from vocal people who are willing to project their stories into my project. Always welcome to deliver a honorable place in my project. Contact me stift.illustrator@gmail.com

BURLESQ ANDRE VAN DUIN EXHIBITION AT HILVERSUM.

Preparations for an exhibition for Hollands beloved comedian Andre Van Duin at Hilversum by the Institute of Sound & Image. 4 chambers and 3 television-sets are beng occuped with illustrations of mine under the playfull eye of interior designer Eric Goossens.. This is the first preview of the works that are being done in Holland. the exhibition will open his curtains at 16 february 2012.