lijstjes

my ten favourite albums of 2009 

1. Emily Jane White - Victorian America 

2. Soap & Skin - Lovetune for Vacuum 

3. Bill Callahan - Sometimes I Wish We Were an Eagle 

4. The xx - XX 

5. The Bony King of Nowhere - Alas my Love 

6. Antony & the Johnsons - The Crying Light 

7. Alela Diane - To Be Still 

8. Bob Dylan - Together Through Life 

9. Jessica Lea Mayfield - With Blasphemy, So Heartfelt 

10. Magnolia Electric Co. - Josephine

i wish you all a wonderful last day of the year. they say it may start snowing again tonight. i hope so.

28 december

today it's one year since my grandfather died. although he was very sick during the past ten years of my life, i felt we had a very similar mind and the same obsessions.


when i was a child, he loved to combine my child's drawings with his own. i remember how everyone told me to feel honored that he would use my drawings, but as a little child i never understood why nobody told him to feel honored that he could use mine.

this is a picture i made during the last years of his life. i had an entire sketchbook filled with drawings i made during those last years, but the book was stolen in barcelona. this is one of the few drawings i have left.

fracturé (2)

fracturé

and the first sketches, inspired by the photo's

before the snow

some new grave portraits i made the day before it started snowing. 

what i dreamt about last night (3)

some nights ago i had a dream about a forest, filled with extraordinary big birds. the only thing they could do was sitting motionless on the branches of the trees. everything was so silent, but yet so threatening.

second hand

some second hand books i bought lately

(T.S. Eliot, Jean-Paul Sartre and William Faulkner)

fire walk with me

my favourite

mes mains

by leafing through my sketchbooks

21

artwork for a compilation i made for another website. it's a collection of 21 songs from my 21 favourite albums of the past decennium.

you can listen to it here.

"wild tigers i have known"

last night, we went to a show of emily jane white in ghent. it was very intimate, and again, so beautiful and stirring. i'm still working on some drawings inspired by her lyrics.

here's also a video i made at the show yesterday (it's becoming a tradition)

irréversible

polly

friday, i received this mixtape from polly in my mailbox. 

i love her work, and i really recommend her website or take a look at her blog.

©polly balitro

this must be one of my favourite photos of her

besides her cd, she gave me also a test print of a photo i've send her, for her project 'recollection'. you can find more information, stories and pictures of the results here

what i dreamt about last night (2)

i was somewhere between waking and sleeping. and i saw a car with two women in it. it was like a film, because the images came to me, and i saw close-ups of the faces of the women. 

they were talking, but i could not hear what they were saying.

then, the blonde woman began talking, very slowly and with a clear voice, in german:

"zwei augen bin ich schwer

zwei kirchen bin ich schwer

ein prospektus bin ich schwer"

i don't know the meaning of those words. but in the dream it was like she was saying that she was faithful to two eyes, and faithful to two churches, but only faithful to one vision. but i don't think that's the correct translation of those words.

i woke up, but i was still in the dream, and wanted to write it down. but i could not, because i was still asleep. 

gras

a walk and a drawing

what i dreamt about last night (1)

A short recapitulation of my very strange dream this night

Me and my friend Trui had to go back to primary school. 

We heard screaming and a lot of noise. 

There were three children kidnapped. One girl and two little boys.

The whole school had to paint, draw, cut and paste, in the hope that there was at least one drawing that would be some secret code for getting the children back. 

My drawing was the one that could release the little girl. Only if i  could finish it without ruining it. 

The mother of the little girl went into the classroom, and she started crying and screaming. 

Then i was in the mountains. 

There was a race going on between three motorcyclists. 

Two had a red helmet, the third had a blue one.

They were racing towards a building were the little girl was captured. 

The little girl was the first price of the race. The winner could take her home.

The blue helmet racer won. But when he took his helmet off, i could see he had the face of a monkey. He had this strange look in his eyes. 

le ballon et le pigeon

two of my favourite paintings "le ballon" (1870) and "le pigeon" (1871) by pierre-puvis de chavannes

fur

i have so often nightmares about women and girls that are completely covered with hair or fur. 

dromedaris

sketches for a story about dromedaries

vier/quatre

my four books: my head and my nightmares

bloemenbedden

those grave portraits keep inspiring me

les ciseaux (2)

and here's the entire animation (in an awful bad quality).  

les ciseaux

the first and last frame from a short animation i've made.

londen/london

some pages of my london-sketchbook.

Brasilien. Neger.

I went to London this weekend, where I saw the exhibition "Point of View" in the British Library, about photography in the 19th century. I truly adore these old pictures. 

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