thank you – Rory Stewart
Dear all, Thank you, very much, for taking an interest in our work over the last five years. And a particular thank you to those who voted in the election. We’ve achieved the highest majority ever recorded in Penrith & The Border, since the seat was created in 1950. (The majority has almost doubled since 2010, […]
Le Salon: interview Francis Mary avec François Curlet
Francis Mary Cette interview, après celle d’Eric Fabre (autre amateur de Robert Filliou) s’inscrit dans l’une des rubriques du site Le Salon consacrée aux collectionneurs. En quoi cette appellation « collectionneur » s’applique-t-elle à cette collection (j’ai presque envie de dire à cette « collecte ») des œuvres multiples de Robert Filliou que tu as constituée? François Curlet Oui, je […]
Ina Vandebroek – One man’s thunderstorm There once was a man who lived in the city. He wanted to do things. He had high hopes, and even higher expectations. He wanted to love. He wanted to live. Each night he sat in his chair. He thought about life. He thought about love. He doubted his […]
Ina Vandebroek – The older the moon, the brighter it shines Whine like a banana leaf in the breeze. Sing like a cricket in the night. Circle down from the sky like a John Crow. Glow as bright as a kitibu. Move as swift as an anole lizard. Stand up tall like a grow stake […]
Kempens Informatieboek SMAK
Letter: to Jef Geys It is rare to be able to express one’s admiration in the art world. Admiration is something for art lovers, or for someone who has achieved something extraordinary in the course of his life. In fact the art world does not countenance admiration; it is more concerned with how knowledge or […]
7 x Jef Geys by Inge Godelaine Trailer
Ina Vandebroek – Yes Night falls and the crickets burst out in unison. A cool breeze dances through the hills. The night settles peacefully over the land. Under its dark blanket the river continues its unruly course. Into the forest I stand, down by the water hole. Time fi bathe. Time fi hurry up. Mosquitoes […]
Ina Vandebroek – The poetry of living Too many people do not see enough beauty in their struggle, all they can talk about is where they not are, what they do not have, what is missing from their life. I say, what is missing from your life is you. You do not see the beauty […]
Ina Vandebroek – Stardust People always ask me where I’m from and I hesitate to answer. Why would it matter? I’m here now. What good is my whole goddamn history to you? Roots do not matter to the uprooted. My accent ties me to a GPS point. My cooking is of nations. My thoughts won’t […]
My heart has found a home. That home is a whole forest, two mountains and a beach. I travel back and forth. I will not choose. That too, is a choice. I carry two breadfruit to the beach. As a child I ran away from home, my ticket to freedom this recipe: Carry two apples […]