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Double-sided bead bowl (inside-outside philosophy)

Double-sided bead bowl (inside-outside philosophy)

Inside the inside.

The inside became an outside for a new inside.

The inside removed from the outside-inside becomes its own outside.

The new outside, placed inside the inside, is filled inside.

The inside-outside copy beside the inside-outside original.

The outside is filled by an inside and an apple.

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An apple a day keeps the doctor away

An apple a day keeps the doctor away

The paper form was made by adding white stickers to the apple, dividing the surface into slices and cutting them off.

Here we go!

Slice by slice…

Halfway there!

Ready for ironing.

Ironed with phased edge, ready to be assembled!

3D is happening!

Finished apple!

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What about a banana?

What about a banana?

A banana is kind of a fruit growing in its own can.

All the sides of a banana.

Tow under-sides done

Some side-sides done

Top side done!

All the sides of a banana ironed and ready to be assembled.

The finished banana

All the sides of the finished banana!

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Classic beans (with alliterations)

Classic beans (with alliterations)

Beans for the bunker!

Backward beading.

Original can cover.

Backwards beaded can cover.

Baked bunker beans.

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Back to quarantine canning

Back to quarantine canning

After reminiscing about old cans, I return to the present, and continue to pixelate the cans in my house. I think this is my favourite so far! Coconut milk. Important to ad to every bunkering-kit!

The tricky part is to do everything backwards!

Ironed, flipped and compared to the original.

Top

and bottom.

Finished!

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The last pears in the world

Last part of my memories of “Memories from a parallel future”: PAYING THE PRICE OF SURVIVAL

I collect cans, shoot them and gather the shells in jars. I enclose. To protect and hide. To keep, portion and ration. I put the beetroot’s broken bones in a cast and shoot it to pieces that wither and dry. I plant seeds in cans of glass and water them with saturated salt water.

Beetroot in cast, just shot.

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Ritual survival packages

Part 4 of my memories of “Memories from a parallel future”: SURVIVING

Depletion of resources always leads to violence. We know this, but still we keep nibbling at the earth a little chunk at a time. What do we plan to do when there is nothing left?

During crises rituals become more important to people, we cling to the known and safe. The thought that something has been done the same way, over…

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Mostly harmless

Part 3, of my memories of Memories from a parallel future: DEFENDING

I’ve never been a threat to anyone. There has never been a reason to kill me. But if I sit there, on a pile of food in a world unable to produce more, I can see three choices: share it and die when it runs out, kill to keep it, or be killed for it. Who do you want to be in that situation?

Defending 1, 2, and 3

Defending 1: glass…

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The life and death matter of salt

Part 2 of my memories of Memories from a parallel future: PRESERVING.

What has been collected needs to be preserved. Salt is an edible stone that is soluble in water. You sprinkle it on your food and in disappears into it and completely alters the taste. Once a culture has discovered salt, there is no going back. Salt has long been used for preserving food, next to drying and smoking. It…

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Memories of memories from a parallel future (that is now the present)

This whole situation reminds me so much of my bachelor project (Memories from a parallel future) that I did back in 2014, that I just have to share a few pictures from it here, even though it’s a finished project! As you can see, I’ve always liked cans…

The project took its starting point in a real global environmental disaster that happened the year 536 CE, that changed the course of history in…

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Beaded black beans

Next pixelated food container done!

Front next to original.

The right side is my favourite!

Backside with recipe.

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Quarantine canning

Shut inside my apartment, awaiting better days, I bead the cans before I eat them.

mini-beads

tweezers

thousands of moments

hundreds of podcasts

top

canned mushrooms 400 grams

To be continued.

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After 10 days in the dark

After 10 days in the dark

The following is some of what I wrote while, and directly after, spending 10 days in total darkness. The pictures was taken the last day, when seeing the walls for the first time and slowly getting my eyes used to light again.

I know when I wake up the first time in the room that it’s still night. And then, when I wake up the second time that it’s morning. The darkness is the same around me, but…

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Into the Absence of Light

Into the Absence of Light

I’m standing in the doorway of a room I’ve never seen. I have no idea how big it is, what shape it has or what can be found inside. A compact darkness fills the room, as if it was matter. It is as massive as a block of stone, until I take a step into it and it doesn’t hold me back. My feet feel the floor, my skin feels the temperature and dryness of the air, my nose pick up smells and I can hear…

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The Australian Chapter

Places and times form chapters of my life. I recently had an Australian chapter, it could be sub-chaptered like this.

AUSTRALIA

The Greek Wedding

Content content content the redbacks live there content content content content content Content content content content content content content content social awkwardness Content content content content content content content content content content…

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Stuck outside the border

Outside Border, part 2: the objects.

1. All that lost potential

Even without violence, time slowly shuts you down. It deposits layers of leftovers from the borders you couldn’t cross. Rust spreads, corrodes and buries you, makes you useless. Not crossing means you are stuck, closed out and closed in at the same time.

2. All those dreams

In the game of acting yourself every day, where do we keep…

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New project, made in response to an exhibition invitation from curator Winnie Pelz. Part 1: the process.

  Starting point

“The European colonists created an egg without a chicken, a logical absurdity repeated across the continent and one that continues to haunt it.” Tim Marshall, Prisoners of Geography

What is this island I stand on? And what is the rescue I’m hoping for? I’m waiting. To be useful. To cross the border. To be whatever “me” is.

What is the cost of drawing a line?

Without the right key

You’re stuck between doors

Rusting while waiting.

Forgetting how

All the doors we could have opened

No longer apply.

The cost of drawing a line New project, made in response to an exhibition invitation from curator Winnie Pelz. Part 1: the process.