Sunday, December 6, 2009
The book is coverd with old dirty paper. You can find a title, if you look very well. The cover is strange binding the pages together. It gives a feeling you can swarm into it.
The book is old,
The book is different from normal,
Attracted me with the feeling to discover it.
The content is a way of questions. Why there are pieces of paper in it? What is this text about? Some kind of boring story. But because how it is made you want to read it.
The book is like an experience of the artist,
The book is a story without structure,
Attracted me because every page is so different.
Strange you, collage, experience, funny book!
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Monday, November 16, 2009
“subjective library” on Flickr
click on the images above to find some of the tags as we translated them into images for you. If you want to check them all out go to …… Flikcr.com /subjective library /click people link
selection made by Matthias Kreutzer and Henk Groenendijk
By Henk Groenendijk
/ Categories: image + language, Subjective library 3 Tags: airplane, Anita, archive, associations, attraction, Canada, compulsive, connection, embroidery, escape reality, eyes, first sight, hundred years, identical, imagination-tt, library, life, mass production, mystery, mysticism, normal, nothing, oblivion, part, pictures-tt, random, raven, reduced, secret, selection, seriouness, subjective, television, theft
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Saturday, November 14, 2009
Walking in the library. Looking for something who is nothing, at the same time. All the covers of the books are staring at me, they are all something. Then I find…
This book, black.
This book, German language.
Attracted, white lines on the cover.
The lines going to the nothingness of the black. I want to walk in the cover to see and feel the nothingness around me. Like standing somewhere on a field in the middle off the night.
This book, I can’t read because the language.
This book, with a very disturbing content.
Attracted, understand what I don’t understand.
Let me know, I whisper. Let me know…
Rietveld Library code: 774.4
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Walking in the library. Quite. All the covers of the books are staring at me. I let my finger go over them. Touching with respect. Curious, I move, from book to book.
The book, simple and unmasking nothing of the content.
The book, name and imageless.
Attracted, to the old brown colour.
My breath stops, my hearth bounces and I get a little dizzy. What kind of book does this with me?
Without knowing the content. Without showing anything of his content.
The book, different than the others.
The book, not predictable.
Attracted, to the nothingness.
Surprise me, I whisper. I caress the book. Don’t let me down.
Rietveld Academie Library No: 779.0
