Acrylic

Works in rapid progression. Right now. And there … now. No sooner or later.

↓ ”Time Marks The Spots”, 540 x 600 mm, mixed media on paper.timemarksthespots

↓ ”Tall As Sin”,  mixed media on paper(bag).tallassin

↓ Untitled,  mixed media on paper.stretch

↓ Untitled,  mixed media on cardboard.chair

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Some more harvest

↓ ”Face” or “Border line”,  mixed media on paper.face-the-border

↓ Untitled,  mixed media on cardboard.circles-and-ladders

↓ ”Penta”,  mixed media on paper.pentacairoborder

↓ ”Step up”,  mixed media on paper.step-in-to-it

↓ ”Bond”,  mixed media on paper.bond

↓ work in progress, (600 x 800 mm), mixed media on MDF.a

↓ work in progress, (600 x 800 mm), mixed media on MDF.c

↓ work in progress, (600 x 800 mm), mixed media on MDF.b

Some harvest

↓ ”1 for 1” or “Fork by fork”, (? x ? mm + ? x ? mm), mixed media on cardboard.1for1_fork2fork

↓ “Blind anticipation”, (600 x 400 mm), mixed media on MDF.600x402

↓ Untitled work in progress, (332 x 494 mm), mixed media on paper.
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“Stamen/Anther” is done. So is “Fallopia/Piston Postcards” and maybe that ends the flower paintings. In progress you find a board with a border inspired by Ottoman illumination

↓ ”Stamen/Anther” or “Coming”, (595 x 460 mm), mixed media on MDF.595x460_Stamen
The stamen is the “male” reproductive organ you commonly find in the middle of a flower surrounding the “female” part: the stigma. At the end of the stamen you find an anther. That is where pollen is produced and eventually discharged from. If you are a flower you want to spread that stuff in order to procreate. To that purpose many flowers use the help of bees and other insects. Doesn’t get any sexier, amirite?

↓ “Fallopia/Piston Postcards” or “Longing”, (125 ≈ 127 x 190≈ 245 mm), mixed media on cardboard.
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The second piece from the top actually travelled the atlantic by mail twice before this piece was complete. A Fallopia is a vine many consider an invasive weed. It has an unrelenting urge to cover all and everything with itself. A piston serves only one purpose: to compress, to be driven, to drive and to never ever stop. Unless you run out of juices to combust. Then you need to take a nap.

↓ Untitled work in progress, (600 x 400 mm), mixed media on MDF.600x402
Ottoman illuminations surround words of scripture or the like. The Ottoman empire is now Turkey. Turkey borders Syria. Syria has effectively ceased to be a healthy society. Nothing holy going on in there.

Update: finished stuff and works in progress. Lots of mixed media, acrylic and genitalia. Current soundtrack by Yasmin Hamdan, especially the song “Enta Fen, Again” from “Ya Nass”

↓”Official Target vs. Erlösung”, (440 x 375 mm, apx and respectively), mixed media on cardboard

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I am a pacifistic, anti-violence revolutionary, more-feminist-than-my-mother peace-lover first. Next I am a scientist, explorer, fighter, curiouser-than-your-cat mega-nerd. So I went to Springfield, MO and shot a police issue Glock 22, 9 mm, pistol, and much to my surprise I was actually able to do it -pull a trigger. The target wasn’t anthropomorphic, so that helped. It was by far the most violent thing I have ever experienced: the sheer force and brutal sound coming from my hand left me trembling with adrenalin. Back home the target and the experience went in to this piece; my way of making peace with it. Later I happened to be in Berlin, Germany,  on the 70th anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz and cut the word “Erlösung” (“Redemption/Salvation”. It’s a wordplay on “Endlösung”, “The Final Solution”) from a newspaper and incorporated it in the diptych. Adding and/or blocking out with intersecting diagrammatic graphics of reproductive organs of flowers and spiritual islamic geometric patterns is probably just a feeble-minded attempt to come to peace with all this violence.

↓”Stigma vs. Myopia”, (390 x 570 mm, apx and respectively), mixed media on cardboard

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↓  No title, (540 x 598 mm)

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↓”Stunted vs. Pacific”, (360 x 360 mm, apx and respectively), mixed media on cardboard

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↓  Work in progress: “Anther Penis Thing”, (595 x 460 mm) mixed media

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↓  Work in progress, (480 x 460 mm, apx and respectively), mixed media on cardboard

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↓  Work in progress, (480 x 460 mm, apx and respectively), mixed media on cardboard

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Standing at that street corner, dazed by the mid day heat of summer: this petite and straightforward woman rides by on her bike, laboriously carrying a full size sledgehammer, upside down by the end of its shaft.

↓ Working title: “Axegeis?” (540 x 598 mm)

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Consciousness snapped back with the image. Like an instant enigma, a flash of divination. Still reeling I crossed the street, hot rubber kissing the tip of my right foot as a car swam by engaging its horn. The vision got knocked in to my cornea for an eternal second and the titillating scene seeded an inferno at the end of my spine, shooting blind impulses at my cerebellum and beyond.

For months now I have tried to read the riddle. Deciphering and paraphrasing the visual, trying to force transparency onto the fetish. Listen … the Danes are a tribe of cyclists and I’m as devoted as any. Albeit a little late in life – I was six and already a wimp, I woke up one morning having dreamed of teaching myself how to keep balance, got up and outside and just did it: ran my bike straight in to the nearest wall and then out in to the world. And yet I can not solve the formula of woman, hammer and two-wheeled motion.

There’s a bodily satisfaction in pedalling yourself forward at speed, by your own faculty. I’ve watched the muscles of my thighs build over the stretch of just a few weeks, I’ve shuttled the most awkward items on my faithful wheeled vehicle (or tried to) and I’ve had some seriously rough exposures to tarmac, gravel, more masonry and fellow road users.

So there is clearly something physical at hand with this matter. In that observation. Somewhere in my mind. When that woman teetered by. Carrying a sledgehammer? A tool for back-breaking labor, an object of brutality, a symbol of crude energy and immense authority, far to hefty for her delicate build and most obviously not one she was used to carry along (seen from a point of gravity it would have been easier to carry the hammer by its head one would think?) Still she jerked me out of my stupor in the middle of the street and faded out of view. Flummoxed, I still am. A bafflement now partly consigned to board. The investigation still in process.

Standing at a street corner, oblivious in the heat of summer and this mousey housewife rides by on her bike, laboriously carrying a sledgehammer upside down by the end of the shaft.

↓ Working title: “Ax me?” (540 x 598 mm)

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And oblivion turned to a full-on mysterious quasi-revelation as I crossed the street, the image seared in to my cornea for a moment. The whole thing turned me on, flicked a switch in my gut, fired crisscrossing axons in my brain. Of what is a conundrum to this day. Even after visually dissecting it for a few months. Now … I love riding my bike, as do a lot of people in this tribe we call the Danes. There’s something physically gratifying in propelling yourself forward at speed, by your own power. I’ve watched the muscles of my thighs expand over the expanse of just a few weeks, I’ve transported the most unwieldy objects on two wheels (or tried to) and I’ve had some severely abrasive contacts with tarmac, gravel, walls and even cars. So there is definitely something corporeal going on. In that image. Somewhere in my mind. When that woman rode by. With a sledgehammer? A tool for hard work, an object of violence, a symbol of brute force and overwhelming power, far to heavy for her petite stature and most obviously not one she was used to carry along (it would’ve been easier to carry it by the head? I’m guessing. Who am I to know.) Nevertheless she made me stop in the middle of the street as she vanished down the street. Perplexed, I was. And almost run over by another cyclist of life. The image has since been analysed, altered, interpreted, over-worked, re-worked and now half committed to board.

I’m still confused. And turned on. What?

Done. Now have a seat. But be careful while you march on, alright?

↓ “The Chair” or “Auto-portrait #117” (367 x 475)

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Found this miniature, noticed the date. Can’t remember making it.

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“Mouse on mouse” or “Mirrored mouse”,
1994 (166 x 108 mm)

 

 

It is well known that when you do anything, unless you understand its actual circumstances, its nature and its relations to other things, you will not know the laws governing it, or know how to do it, or be able to do it well.

毛泽东 (Mao Zedong)

Working title: “Chair, man” (367 x 475) 

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