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Unquestionably Naturalistic I
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Blossoming of Thinktwig II
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UNQUESTIONABLY NATURALISTIC I
Small sculpture with publication
Unquestionably Naturalistic I
Box — Dimenstions: 35,5 cm x 18,5 cm / Materials: cardboard
Objects — Dimensions: various / Materials: brass, paper / Year: 2024
Unquestionably Naturalistic II
Box — Dimensions: 35,5 cm x 18,5 cm / Materials: cardboard
Objects — Dimensions: various / Materials: brass, printed brass, paper / Year: 2024
Unquestionably Naturalistic
Sculpture — Dimensions: 32cm x 27cm / Materials, brass, printed brass / Year: 2024
Unquestionably Naturalistic
Sculpture — Dimensions: various / Materials, brass, printed brass / Year: 2024
Pictures
1.
Rather than a bird, this plane looks like a dislodged bird’s leg, steadily distancing itself from the earth. The intertwined image is not the result of an accident, of a brute collision between a plane and a bird, as so often happens in the air. Instead, it stems from my mind effortlessly uniting them without doing much further damage.
2.
A bird picks up a twig, likely for its nest. The twigs and its feet melt seamlessly together. I can no longer distinguish between the nodes of the twig and the joints of the bird. Effortlessly, this new creature with disproportionate feet glides through the air.
The creature alights on a tree. In doing so, its feet extend into an even grander paw, its talons firmly embedded into the earth below. A few moments later, atop this massive wooden claw, a sweet birdie’s voice resonates. The most curious animals inhabit my imagination.
The creature alights on a tree. In doing so, its feet extend into an even grander paw, its talons firmly embedded into the earth below. A few moments later, atop this massive wooden claw, a sweet birdie’s voice resonates. The most curious animals inhabit my imagination.
3.
As autumn draws close, the tree canopy presents a scene reminiscent of wreckage, devoid of survivors. Only one solitary leaf remains, dangling from the branch like a gilded earring.
When the wind picks up, the tree sways slowly. The canopy responds to the rhythm of a few gusts of wind. This tree likes to dance. Too bad it has such stiff hips. I can hear it groaning.
But in the canopy, the festivities persist. The lone leaf dangles wildly while the tree bangs its head in what has escalated into a storm. You would think that leaf would fall off any moment now. But it’s a keeper.
When the wind picks up, the tree sways slowly. The canopy responds to the rhythm of a few gusts of wind. This tree likes to dance. Too bad it has such stiff hips. I can hear it groaning.
But in the canopy, the festivities persist. The lone leaf dangles wildly while the tree bangs its head in what has escalated into a storm. You would think that leaf would fall off any moment now. But it’s a keeper.
4.
A curved twig juts out from the lake, casting its reflection on the water’s surface.
In my mind, twig and reflection resemble the flight paths of two planes. The first one takes off but suddenly nosedives before reaching full height. The second one follows a more hopeful trajectory, diving deep but then pulling up smoothly. It looks like the passengers and crew will be alright. However, fate has other plans. In mid-air, they collide as one flies up and the other down. Two trails of exhaust fumes vanish into the sky. My imagination fades, and the image blends back with the twig and its reflection. As you can tell, I have quite a tendency for the dramatic.
In my mind, twig and reflection resemble the flight paths of two planes. The first one takes off but suddenly nosedives before reaching full height. The second one follows a more hopeful trajectory, diving deep but then pulling up smoothly. It looks like the passengers and crew will be alright. However, fate has other plans. In mid-air, they collide as one flies up and the other down. Two trails of exhaust fumes vanish into the sky. My imagination fades, and the image blends back with the twig and its reflection. As you can tell, I have quite a tendency for the dramatic.
5.
I gaze at the clouds and imagine a stick soaring through the air while I blink my eyes. I can easily imagine it gliding by itself. But where would it go?
I’d rather picture a man tossing a stick and a dog fetching it back. It’s a typical scene in the park. He throws it, and the dog brings it back. Both are insatiable for the game.
But then, a gust of wind kicks up, followed by a gentle rain. The man shields himself under his coat, calling for the dog. A family, enjoying their picnic, gathers their belongings and hurries to their car. As everyone fades from sight, I blink again, imagining the rain stops. Now I have the park all to myself again. I lie down on the wet grass and watch the clouds drift by.
I’d rather picture a man tossing a stick and a dog fetching it back. It’s a typical scene in the park. He throws it, and the dog brings it back. Both are insatiable for the game.
But then, a gust of wind kicks up, followed by a gentle rain. The man shields himself under his coat, calling for the dog. A family, enjoying their picnic, gathers their belongings and hurries to their car. As everyone fades from sight, I blink again, imagining the rain stops. Now I have the park all to myself again. I lie down on the wet grass and watch the clouds drift by.
6.
Its roots are shallowly anchored. The tree has long been off balance. But now, the canopy slowly tilts to the left. The roots are gradually ripped from the soil. The tree topples to the ground. There it lies as helpless as a turtle flipped on its back. You’d think that’s the end of it. But in my thoughts, I lift its trunk upright again. What a magnificent creature! I walk around it, gazing up in awe.
I forget to watch my step and trip over one of its roots. It’s my turn to fall, albeit far less gracefully than that giant. I lose my footing, reach out, and hit the ground. Mishaps occur swiftly, even in my mind.
I forget to watch my step and trip over one of its roots. It’s my turn to fall, albeit far less gracefully than that giant. I lose my footing, reach out, and hit the ground. Mishaps occur swiftly, even in my mind.
7.
The root sticks out of the soil like a bare knee. Perhaps the latest trend of ripped jeans prompts me to see it this way.
You can find those jeans in every store now, with holes at the knees, thighs, or calves. They’re so popular that there are even machines to make fake tears in them, mimicking the “authentic” holes perfectly.
Lately, designers have gone so far as to create jeans with more holes than fabric. This innovation somewhat undermines the original idea of authenticity, as I can’t imagine any regular wear that would cause so much damage.
You can find those jeans in every store now, with holes at the knees, thighs, or calves. They’re so popular that there are even machines to make fake tears in them, mimicking the “authentic” holes perfectly.
Lately, designers have gone so far as to create jeans with more holes than fabric. This innovation somewhat undermines the original idea of authenticity, as I can’t imagine any regular wear that would cause so much damage.
8.
The root lies exposed like an ancient artifact halfway unearthed. It wasn’t the work of archeologists with their trowels and brushes but joggers who mistakenly believed there was a path.
With just a fragment visible, it is hard to tell the era this tree hails from. But there is no doubt about its style; it is unquestionably naturalistic.
With just a fragment visible, it is hard to tell the era this tree hails from. But there is no doubt about its style; it is unquestionably naturalistic.
9.
As the water level drops, hidden objects begin to reveal themselves.
Suppose I were to pull out that broken branch? It would emerge gradually, like a dripping wreck, until fully exposed. Or perhaps not? I could perform a classic trick. Like a magician pulling an endless white streamer from his mouth, I could draw out an very long branch from my mind. Yet, unlike the illusionist’s sleight of hand, mine wouldn’t have to cease.
Once the branches in my mind have run dry, I can replace them with whatever I like.
Suppose I were to pull out that broken branch? It would emerge gradually, like a dripping wreck, until fully exposed. Or perhaps not? I could perform a classic trick. Like a magician pulling an endless white streamer from his mouth, I could draw out an very long branch from my mind. Yet, unlike the illusionist’s sleight of hand, mine wouldn’t have to cease.
Once the branches in my mind have run dry, I can replace them with whatever I like.
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