September, 7 weeks to go….
(Yesterday was teacher’s day. I keep on being challenged by the fruit of silence and a planned kind of emptiness)
My Austrian postcard collection is dedicated to Belgian Art Networking Stations.
(Searching eternal glory and smelling paint)
‘There is one kind of prison where the man is behind bars, and everything that he desires is outside; and there is another kind where the things are behind the bars, and the man is outside.’
(Replace ‘book’ by ‘photo’, and ‘literature’ by ‘photography’)
…I passed today.
…I met today.
(Only tomorrow in SASK, Roeselare)
(Today in Flanders most eminent newspaper and tomorrow, for real.)
(Academy versus Asylum Centre)
(It happens at night)
(This week, in a monochrome buddhist mood)
(Spending some hours in an asylum centre, somewhere in Flanders. I met quite interesting people – I forgot some art teachers for a while, again… )
(Things we do, before going to sleep)
(This week, in a colorful rebel mood)
(Confronting my students with images of the 21h century)
My unavoidable encounters.
….about the existence of eternal love.
If you’re a baker, making bread, you’re a baker. If you make the best bread in the world, you’re not an artist, but if you bake the bread in the gallery, you’re an artist. So the context makes the difference.
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