Patience

Dear Patience,
Only once or twice I've seen your angelic locks not tied up in a bun
Rowing your playful fingers through acrylic streams
In between funny discussions with your friends about how silly everything is
Endlessly I'll hear your sweethearted voice in my weary head
Never let anyone bring you down. (Fanboy)

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'Patience -detail', 2009, oil on canvas, 135x95cm
'Masters of reality -detail', 2010, oil on canvas, 110x170cm

Expo Antartik, march 2010

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Pics from the group exposition Antartik, Patience/The Apprentice/Nightshop shown at campus Artesis, Antwerp, march 2010.

Excerpt Shadow of the Vampire, E. Merhige, movie, 2000.

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"Can he even remember how to buy bread? How to select cheese and wine? And then he remembers the rest of it. How to prepare a meal, how to make a bed. He remembers his first glory (...) and what he is reduced to. The loneliest part of the book (Dracula) comes, when the man accidentally sees Dracula setting his table."

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'Are you a dreamer or part of the dream?', 2010, oil on canvas, 110x200cm (work in progress)

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Ssshhht... I would like to reveal to you an early glimps of my latest work. It's been said that when one is confronted with my paintings, one feels a bit lost, in the sense that there isn't any explicit communication going on. This is correct, for my interest goes out solely to the act of painting. Moving from one picture to another requests but a poor excuse. An idea comes from something that has recently happened to me. It's like this: I catch fireflies, conceal them in my hands and I make you look and tell me they are beautiful. 'Are you a dreamer or part of the dream?' is a work that reflects on myself dealing with people who try too hard to understand me.

October

My lovely mazzy star,
how are your mornings, mid-days and nights? It's been a little time now and I wanted to tell you that I miss you. We might not ever have enjoyed a lot of moments together, or maybe I'd just wished there were more, but you leave me wondering how I can see you in my dreams.

It's autumn again. I remember you were wearing your hair down. In the school library, you hopped from behind my book. I felt close to you that day. We sat next to each other and pageturned books we thought worthwhile. At night, I dreamt that I should've kissed you then, but I know you would've suckerpunched me. You're so great and I love you so much. Forever yours, Sonneilloon.