But a pilgrim with some zinc plates and steel needles, utilizing these slow mediums within the context of a sketchbook. Forcing quick lines and drawings and conquering the contrast of extremely slow and dangerously rapid.
With other projects honoring the slowness that the medium carries, with works like “Schijt- poëzie”, “Sinking Watertower” or the series of books being completely made of original prints. This has lead to a short term residency at the ‘Frans Masereel Center’ and a residency at ‘Boothuis Brauhaus, nomad by fate, printship’. Now busy with workshops, advising and guiding other artists and their artworks and making exclusive editions of existing plates or reinterprete existing artworks within
limited editions.
My day starts with knacking. Sinking sheets under the knife, knack into two, four, eight, thirteen pieces. Each has its skin with pores, beauty spots as well as scars. Tiny scratches dictate how I will make my lines dance. Then the knife down again, this time in the guise of a needle. A moment digging into its silence as cries muffled beneath black plains. Clear for the right look. Then pressing it through again, popping and bobbing under the press. Its place claimed, its frame pressed into the heart of the paper. A frame that is the next cut again. A frame of a window showing glimpses of my daily gaze. Endless images in their fragmented nature both show my world and offer a seat for the next viewer who wants to venture in.