Zaans meisje met muts, handschoen en sjaal

 

Bijna volle maan (Zaandam)

 

Zaans meisje met muts en handschoen

 

De avond valt in Rotterdam

 

Blauw en grijs

 

Thijssen rooster en krans (Amsterdam)

 

Opdringerig geel

 

Rood op weg naar zwart of blauw?

 

Verwoeste basis

 

Rood wordt opgeslokt

 

Rood wordt bedreigd

 

Avondrood

 

Rood

 

Prefab huisjes in de sluis (Zaandam)

 

Ziek (Covid)

 

Blauw

 

Parkeerverbod (Amsterdam)

 

Basis

 

Verwoeste ring

 

Huis, voor- en achterkant (Zaandam)

 

Lichtval (Zaandam)

 

Salon nihilist (2015)

He occasionally read a book while sitting on the designer bench. Three is a prime number. The Dispossessed by Szilárd Borbély.

The Girl, the Boy and the Little One. Mother who constantly wants to commit suicide, stopped by the Girl and the Boy, or wants to leave. Father, without work, with work, often drunk and violent or absent. Former kulaks, or at least sometimes identified as such by those around them, not by themselves.

Comrades, peasants, gypsies, former kulaks and not Jews. Five is only divisible by itself. And one. Short rhythmic sentences, an atonal language, impressively disruptive.

Everything that can be excreted by humans and animals is included. Animals are needlessly trampled, beaten, decapitated and also eaten. The highlight is the stud.

Too much booze, always smoking and spitting. Everything is constantly permeated by the banality of minimal existence.

People treat each other like strangers. If one does not exactly comply with the protocol of the comrades, one always remains a plaything of the arbitrariness of the other. Father hits Mother and the children, but not Little One. Mother hits the children, but not the Little One. Only language is the power of mother against father. Then he loses anyway.

The Little One turns blue and dies after thirteen months. Thirteen is only divisible by itself. And one.

That's what the salon nihilist on the bench read. Two is only divisible by itself.

Museumstuk (Amsterdam)

Dit is geen schip (Amsterdam)

Cowboy en verkeersbord (Amsterdam)

 

Aangepaste ring

 

Het was weer kermis (Zaandam)

 

Cheerful (2015)

He was happily on his way to his ultimate design. He had completed many questionnaires, truthfully, at least according to the truth known to him. Numerous tests had been carried out regarding thinking, touching, reasoning, feeling, formulating, empathizing and forgetting.

A relatively new program had analysed everything, mapped it out, drawn conclusions and then processed them into an ultimate qualification that he would have to use in his future life.

The result: caveman.

Gefossiliseerde wijsheid

 

Zorgvuldig geconstrueerde ring

 

Mistake (2015)

Unwillingly and unintentionally, he found himself in a discussion about faith. He quickly came to the conclusion that the almighty creator must be a sadist. After all, he had provided his creation with a choice between good and evil and obviously knew in advance that this could never end well, omniscient as he was.

Should it ever end well, it would have been at the cost of an immeasurable amount of human suffering.

Possibly the creator had been a little too laconic about the consequences of this choice, but to ensure that he would not lack for entertainment, he had at least made sure that the living creatures were constantly busy eating and being eaten in order to survive. Engaged in a battle on short life and long death.

Verloren regie

 

Via DE ZON en nummer 13 naar Gerritsland (Hoorn)

 

The iconoclastic narcissist (2015)

He looks attractive, engaging, imposing gaze and disarming behaviour. He believes that everyone finds the same thing important, interesting and plausible. Everything he experiences, reads, imagines and constructs must come out. The real things in life that matter are figured out by him.

He has many enemies but does not see them; he sees only his admirers. For them he goes on to the bitter end.

He dreams his dreams in order to shape reality, and that reality adapts itself. He is basically equal to God but remains slightly below It because he needs It.

Kleurenspeling

 

Verbod (Zaandam)

 

Te verlicht

 

Amsterdam-Zuid

Inimitable (2015)

Whistling criss-cross through an unknown space, the basal speck of dust sought a final place to rest.

However, instead of rest, it found more and more sister and brother substances. It lost its identity in the whole, was absorbed in the masses. It was no longer distinguishable.

The observer, trained in changing the composition of the whole, rescued it from its anonymous existence, so that it could quietly settle down again as a speck of dust to find a place as the building block of a new body. Afterwards identified as cockroach or something similar.

Gele lijnen

 

Overbodige X

 

Schijnwerper

 

Eavesdropped (Intruders 2015)

A: There is an animal jumping at your throat.

J: What are you saying now?

A: What I'm saying.

J: What do you mean by that?

A: Well an animal that sucks all your blood out of your throat.

J: You're fabulating.

A: No way, in Africa, some kind of hyena.

J: Well, that's a hyena with behavioral problems then.

A: How do you come up with that?

J: Or you lack a sense of reality.

A: I don't understand any of that.

Te klein hoofddeksel

 

Vijfhoekpark na de juli storm (Zaandam)

 

Nonsense (From the archive)

Words swirled around. A circle turned into a sphere. The room turned out to be flat.

Sense gave nothing

Nothing gave a word

A word gave a sphere

A sphere was a circle

The land was flat

Land without forms

Circle with depth

Sphere without content

Word without signs

Nothing is everything

Strings vibrated

Rays sparkled

Holes turned black

Guessing turned out to be true

Common is the denominator

Words formed a sentence. Meaningless characters. The meaning became nonsensical

Zoek de Mont Ventoux

 

De vliegen etende hond (Frankrijk)