Thursday 22 December 2016

Meanwhile

in Belgium





"Fijne keerstdagen allemaal!/ Merry Christmas everyone!"


What Can Be Found

is a kind of meaningful silliness that in itself is not random but at the core of what it is.





Especially listen to the reactions of the listeners.

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and a wonderful 2017


Wednesday 21 December 2016

For

because it's always in the direction of the other...because it's worth living for

Monday 19 December 2016

Sunday 18 December 2016

Media

Marshall MacLuhan: The Medium is the message or rather

Umberto Eco: The message is what the receiver makes of it....

So

the roof is on fire, but yet there migt be several meanings: During de warmste week/ the warmest week a "fire" burns on top of the VRT, a Flemish broadcasting company, tower as a reminder of all the charitable causes they will focus on during the next week. More than a thousand causes!





Saturday 17 December 2016

Something to Cling to

Feel the drama, for it seems like revolution needs a strong narrative.

Friday 16 December 2016

Calling

Who for his greed? Who for his hunger?... And who by brave ascent? Who by accident?

Humane

It's somewhere lurking deep inside, this thought or idea that to grant dignity would deliver hope, yet again, for a worldwide political body that is more torn apart than ever.

Thursday 15 December 2016

Everytime


I play this on the stereo my husband likes to sing along "Dingelingeling"



Vulnerability


























or when the private goes public

like Louise Bourgeois story of the male nude model who quite obviously was aroused


Wednesday 14 December 2016

By Approximation


Freedom

Feeling silly is most probably the best indication of liberty because in fact one doesn't have a thing in the world to worry about.

Across the table two were having a lot of fun during our final mass in Rome. So I wondered why and they indicated somebody in their line of vision. So when I took a look I saw what they meant. This person was sitting in his chair like he had fallen asleep, like the image of the fat monk at ease with himself and the world, and one could imagine that at any moment he would start snoring. I had to surpress laughing out loud and probably falling off my chair so hard that my son, who was sitting next to me, started to ease me because he thought I was shaking with sadness.

Tuesday 13 December 2016

Humility

A sense of the enevitability of having to yield to the utter embarrassment of being made fun of.

Just like when my at the time five-year-old daughter asked me to ask for a blue fireworks party pick when we were on holiday on Ibiza and I do not speak Spanish. Yet I tried my very best. The result was that my daughter got the desired object and I got a laugh and someone pointing at the picks each time I passed the hotelbar where I had uttered my request.

"Sunrise at the edge of my glass casting its hellish light over the enevitable."






Monday 12 December 2016

Sunday 11 December 2016

Concordia

with one heart

in varietate concordia

And as somebody called me dreamer nothing but a dreamer because of it I gladly embrace it, though this is my favourite song by Supertramp.


Wednesday 7 December 2016

Tuesday 6 December 2016

Sight

Alle beelden van de schoonheid zitten boordevol wanhoop. / All pictures of beauty are brimful of despair. - Tussen tuin en wereld/ Between garden and world, Paul de Wispelaere

Monday 5 December 2016

The Benefit of Convention


A Table is a Table from Remo Rauscher on Vimeo.

Mayflies In a Fortress

A hive of mayflies came down upon a fortress and settled on the bastions, took the main tower by a surprise coup, occupied the battlements and the towers. The delicately veined, transparent wings buzzed between the stone walls. "In vain you are trying to stretch your filligrane limbs", the fortress said, "Only who is made to last can claim to be. I'm lasting therefore I am, you're not." - "We live in the air space, we chant time with the vibration of our wings. Whatelse is the meaning of being?", the delicate creatures responded. "You are rather only a shape, placed to mark the boundaries of space and time, in which we are." - "Time passes me, I remain.", the fortress insisted. "You are just the surface of becoming, like the surface of the water of a stream." Whereupon the flies: "We flit through the void like writing across a white paper, like the sound of a flute in the silence. Without us only the all-powerful and all-present void would remain, which is so heavy that it crushes the world, the void, whose detructive power covers itself with fortresses, a massive void, that can only be resolved by the slight and the quick and the delicate." - Italo Calvino

Saturday 3 December 2016

A Shocking Lack Thereof

Somebody displaying a shocking lack of understanding anybody besides herself.



Self-absorbed


Wie kann das - Hoe kan dat

"Wie kann das?" literally translated: How can this - an expression peculiar to my home region and in other parts of Germany this phrase would seem peculiar and awkward. It appears to derive from the Dutch/Flemish "Hoe kan dat?", which means the same.

Imagination is something that can overcome so many obstacles, especially physical ones. Like this colourblind former student of art history who wrote about Yves Klein's IKB painting.



Or certainly another example



So baby...


Friday 2 December 2016

Teach Your Children

Of course it's hard to take that a rich relative simply could by the sheer power of money claim a status oneself has been struggling hard to achieve.
In this case getting the level of skill to join the skiing instructor one loves because he only takes the best. Then your cousin comes along saying, "Well, if he is the such a good instructor, my father will pay him for private instructions." (because we are rich and can afford this). Yet, my dear son, you've got the skill and the fun, something your cousin does not realise - ever...




Thursday 1 December 2016