vrijdag 1 januari 1988

One of the first works ever, if I'm right this piece of plywood used to be the backside of a cupboard... The first load of oilpaint and brushes came from two deceised granddads...


”Curle up & hide”

Senseless in a way of speaking
I close my eyes and feel
the inside of my egg-shell
Perfectly round, a million familiar spots
No reason to get out of here
but curiosity and a strong urge to
-finally-
stretch my leggs
Senseless in a way of speaking
I open my eyes and feel
the sharves of my egg-shell
Divided, broken, a million now alienated spots
No possibillity to get back in there
Just a little fear and a strong urge to
-again-
curl up and hide
We’ll all grow up to be wise children

1988
oil on plywood
(45 x 65)