One day I build a house on a bike, just to see if I could. As long as something is on a bike you are allowed to park it in public space. But when I found out three people had started to live in this structure, the story changed. They appropriated my attempt to appropriate public space.
For two weeks we corresponded and everything seemed fine. With every letter, I also tried to improve the bike, one element at a time. But the moment my new neighbors started changing the bike to their own taste, the authorities became involved. The users’ taste and their practical solutions for problems such as rainproofing, did not fit with the spatial policy of the municipality. Within a day the municipality found out about the three inhabitants and the system of normalization was set into motion. The people were arrested, a company was hired to get rid of the bike-house and everything was back to “normal”.
This story is exemplary for how city planning works. It seems that everything needs to happen as planned, according to the norm. With this project I try to stretch the norm in a rather playful way, searching for free zones and possibilities the municipality rules have not (yet) foreseen.
Every time the pavement showed sinkholes, some municipal worker came to fix it. This became quite a routine because rats would still dig holes under the tiles in order to enter their underground domain. why not make easy for both parties?
bikes, bikes, bikes
During my Master Contextual design at the Design Academy I occupied a part of the department in order to create my own work space.
we the people
Crawling, slipping, creeping, creatures. All together, all the same. In our city, in our streets, in our homes, on our train.
We drink, enjoy, we live our lives, Like ants we crawl like bees in hives.
We build our way We eat, we eat, we drink some more Take what we need
We fill our hands With what we make long as it lasts Until it breaks
when we served ourselves the purpose supported by what we had made The only thing that’s left behind the traces of what we create
All these smooth And flawless lines Produce, consume, disposable lives
In the end we pretend, there is nothing to hide. This is us. We, the people.
An object based on a song by Mark Lotterman. It is a camera obscura in which I painted the back wall with phosphorescent pigment (glow in the dark). By looking through the lens you will block the light; the picture will fade away.
Time goes by
A work made for the smallest museum in Rotterdam, Het RoRo. I took apart this beautiful USSR alarm clock and hang it piece by piece as an exploded view. Nice detail: It stil shows the time.
Wile doing research on the location for this piece I found out there used to be a hospital for 75 years. To be more specific: the exact location of this piece would be in the waiting room of the hospital. This piece is an abstract translation of a waiting room.
Het centrum van Rotterdam is een soort tussenstation, waar mensen van buiten het centrum iets komen halen, om vervolgens weer te vertrekken. Zo zie je dat het centrum niet zozeer door de bewoners, maar vooral door de mensen van buitenaf wordt gemaakt. In Groeten uit Rotterdam wordt het centrum op ieder dagdeel door een andere buitenstaander gedefinieerd om zo een beeld te krijgen van het dagelijks leven in het centrum van Rotterdam.
In mijn scriptie schreef ik over de invloed van de moderne beeldcultuur op de perceptie van geluk. Eén hoofdstuk ging over facebook, een platform dat vooral gericht is op positief nieuws. Ruimte voor relativering is er nauwelijks, men vindt enkel 'leuk'. Met de robot, Mike El (anagram voor like me), wil ik een kritische noot plaatsen bij het gebruik van facebook. Mike El vind alles en iedereen leuk.
Op de pagina van Mike El vind u onder andere een link naar mijn scriptie.