The other day I dreamt of grass coffins and had to do one.
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The other day I dreamt of grass coffins and had to do one.
I would like to have grass growing from the back of my feet. Inside anthuriums making use of the the two thirds of water in my body, eventually taking it over. I imagine mobile beings which reflect their own anatomy and in the process don't require mirrors.
These will soon become sculptures in resin, water and life.
These will soon become sculptures in resin, water and life.
Conversation is now everywhere as more and more people become 'users' of some technical device which allows them to converse, to formulate opinions, to project their desires onto the digital realm. Everyone's carrying a little mirror.
If you cross-section it, you will find a wonderful layer, painted twitter blue. Busy, loads of users opinionating, writing about going to the loo, about whatever takes their fancy. A layer of noise where sometimes one can discern some melodies. Necessary noise, just like the noise our bodies produce with the flowing of blood, or the crackling of joints.
Some users within this layer, depending on social status or historical behaviour, become social broadcasters and their opinions are followed by even more people.
Conversation can be filtered, it can be localised. Conversations surface issues and issues are then dealt with by a secondary layer: a political layer.
What if the conversation layer was already empowered by tools that turn opinions into real actions? We probably would not need to look at a reality of layers.
A few years back I started painting this thought process using a vertical class system metaphor. The reality however, is not vertical, but a 2D mesh of people with mirrors. The political layer (in green) needs to be part of the mesh.
If you cross-section it, you will find a wonderful layer, painted twitter blue. Busy, loads of users opinionating, writing about going to the loo, about whatever takes their fancy. A layer of noise where sometimes one can discern some melodies. Necessary noise, just like the noise our bodies produce with the flowing of blood, or the crackling of joints.
Some users within this layer, depending on social status or historical behaviour, become social broadcasters and their opinions are followed by even more people.
Conversation can be filtered, it can be localised. Conversations surface issues and issues are then dealt with by a secondary layer: a political layer.
What if the conversation layer was already empowered by tools that turn opinions into real actions? We probably would not need to look at a reality of layers.
A few years back I started painting this thought process using a vertical class system metaphor. The reality however, is not vertical, but a 2D mesh of people with mirrors. The political layer (in green) needs to be part of the mesh.
In my latest pieces i have been tinkering with a giant digestive system. Stemming from Novak's liquid architecture where the 'user' creates the space simply by moving his body. Using the same line of thought, i have become fascinated by this idea of how food meanders through our bodies giving us shape and structure. What architecture have we provided food with, in order to get as much nourishment out of it as possible?... 
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