<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193991601854395437</id><updated>2012-01-30T02:37:09.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jonas vansteenkiste</title><subtitle type='html'>portfolio site</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jonas vansteenkiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352950907436191691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R-ePYBYx_LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3wrtRorP8y8/S220/DSC08641.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193991601854395437.post-3325527464464032927</id><published>2012-01-03T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T09:01:58.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Housetrap drawings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: right; 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Jonas Vansteenkiste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s5q2xjlUg2E/TreyENApttI/AAAAAAAAAR8/x8ebWA-TBog/s1600/340852_309209429095182_123524324330361_1434843_1690937933_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s5q2xjlUg2E/TreyENApttI/AAAAAAAAAR8/x8ebWA-TBog/s640/340852_309209429095182_123524324330361_1434843_1690937933_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunkers are a ghostly reminder of destruction and oppression but the idea of home slumbers in this symbol of protection.&lt;br /&gt;(scale model 'front' at Fotorama&amp;nbsp;http://www.fotorama.be/start_nl.htm )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193991601854395437-1858690875981026973?l=jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/feeds/1858690875981026973/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7193991601854395437&amp;postID=1858690875981026973' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/1858690875981026973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/1858690875981026973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/2011/11/front-veerle-michiels-jonas.html' title='Front  (Veerle Michiels &amp; Jonas Vansteenkiste'/><author><name>jonas vansteenkiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352950907436191691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R-ePYBYx_LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3wrtRorP8y8/S220/DSC08641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s5q2xjlUg2E/TreyENApttI/AAAAAAAAAR8/x8ebWA-TBog/s72-c/340852_309209429095182_123524324330361_1434843_1690937933_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193991601854395437.post-3259033967254172666</id><published>2011-06-21T04:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T08:45:29.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The way you once left me"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h9Rh0z24JOw/TgB9ilcdSZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/UDyXAQ8FVjg/s1600/module%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620630368078875026" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h9Rh0z24JOw/TgB9ilcdSZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/UDyXAQ8FVjg/s1600/module%2B2.jpg" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="font: 14px Didot; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Het werk van Jonas  Vansteenkiste (26 jaar, Hulste) wordt getypeerd door ruimtes. Met  installaties, video’s, foto’s en tekeningen bouwt hij eigen ruimtes die  hij ‘mental spaces’ noemt. Hij streeft naar interactie met zijn publiek:  hij nodigt hen uit tot een fysieke en mentale deelname aan zijn werk,  en speelt hierbij met ruimtelijke spanning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14px Didot; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;en. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14px Didot; margin: 0px; min-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14px Didot; margin: 0px;"&gt;“‘Mental  Spaces’ is een zware term. Het duidt op ruimtes waarbij ervaringen  binnenìn de ruimte een grotere rol spelen dan louter de architecturale  fragmenten. Een ruimte kan verlangens opwekken. Ik zie mijn ruimtes als  gedeeld goed waarin verhalen, herinneringen en gedachten kunnen  samenvallen. Ieder kan er zijn eigen ideeën in projecteren. Zo heeft  iedereen een eigen, persoonlijke ruimte-ervaring. Al van bij de geboorte  is die aanwezig. Dit is een belangrijk thema in de  ontwikkelingspsychologie, en een inspiratiebron voor mijn werk.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14px Didot; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14px Didot; margin: 0px; min-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14px Didot; margin: 0px;"&gt;“Mijn  werk wordt geëxposeerd op het Sint-Maartensplein. Ik vind het een  fantastische plek, omdat het zich onttrekt van de drukte van de stad. Er  is een sfeer van rust die me aantrekt. Op het plein ga ik fragmenten  van huizen in de bomen aanbrengen. Brokstukken, delen van afgebladerde,  witte, Amerikaanse huizen. Ze kunnen refereren naar kapotte boomhutten,  maar ook naar natuurrampen, vernietiging, verlies. Wat de interpretatie  is laat ik open voor de toeschouwer.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Didot; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 20.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Didot; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;“Ik werk het liefst met installaties. Ik wil een fysieke, reële verhouding tussen mijn werk en het publiek. Mensen vullen de ruimtes met hun eigen achtergrond. Die spanning interesseert me. Voor deze expo is er een andere vorm van interactie: de installaties zitten hoog in de bomen, er is dus meer afstand. Het kijken van beneden naar boven vraagt een concentratie van de kijker. Je moet je verplaatsen, je kan niet alles in één keer zien. De toeschouwer wordt tot stilstand gedwongen. Zo wordt het werk mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Didot; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;er vluchtig.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Didot; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Didot; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;“In Amerika was het vroeger de gewoonte kaarsen te branden voor de ramen, om de reizigers terug naar huis toe te leiden. Wanneer de avond valt wil ik ook zo’n lichtpunten in mijn stukken huis. Bakens van licht. Het ademt melancholie, mysterie, verlangen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Didot; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Didot; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;tekst : Astrid Haerens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4a_C5MIAuV0/Tia3_Oo29YI/AAAAAAAAARY/mkztxc4Lj7E/s1600/DSC_0022.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631390680962495874" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4a_C5MIAuV0/Tia3_Oo29YI/AAAAAAAAARY/mkztxc4Lj7E/s400/DSC_0022.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 268px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QLscSbbiLXI/Tia3jCHY-RI/AAAAAAAAARQ/iCdpMj3fcUE/s1600/DSC_0041_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631390196564556050" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QLscSbbiLXI/Tia3jCHY-RI/AAAAAAAAARQ/iCdpMj3fcUE/s400/DSC_0041_2.jpg" style="display: block; 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dune noir</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590359911542673058" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Dxjhx3BrcY/TZTyuHYVzqI/AAAAAAAAAQE/yTKscqLzVU0/s400/vlag%2BJonas.jpg" style="display: block; height: 122px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt; &lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Verdana"; }@font-face {   font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="NL-BE" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;Vrijstaat.O &amp;amp; Mu.Zee ontwikkelden in het kader van "Mars op Oostende"(een Ensoriaanse parade) een vlaggenproject en nodigden 100 kunstenaars uit om een vlag te ontwerpen met als centraal gegeven de kunstenaar James Ensor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vansteenkiste zijn vlag, "Structure verte &amp;amp; dune noir" vertrekt vanuit de visie dat iemand zijn huis een tweede huid is en zo onbewust invloed heeft op de persoon zelf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In deze vlag verwijst 'stucture vert'&amp;nbsp;dan ook naar&amp;nbsp;het huis van Ensor in de Vlaanderenstraat te Oostende, opvallend aan het huis is de Groene gevel dat Vansteenkiste subtiel verwerkt in de structuur dat refereert&amp;nbsp;aan een huis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;'Dune Noir' verwijst op zijn beurt&amp;nbsp;naar&amp;nbsp;een werk van James Ensor en krijgt vorm op de vlag als een stuk gedrapeerde stof dat door zijn volume en spel met licht verscheidene gradaties van zwart gaat vertonen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193991601854395437-8527602383828318482?l=jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/feeds/8527602383828318482/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7193991601854395437&amp;postID=8527602383828318482' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/8527602383828318482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/8527602383828318482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='Structure verte &amp; dune noir'/><author><name>jonas vansteenkiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352950907436191691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R-ePYBYx_LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3wrtRorP8y8/S220/DSC08641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Dxjhx3BrcY/TZTyuHYVzqI/AAAAAAAAAQE/yTKscqLzVU0/s72-c/vlag%2BJonas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193991601854395437.post-5772541137082231133</id><published>2010-12-24T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T08:59:59.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/TRRTUukClCI/AAAAAAAAAOk/h6q-dSFGH8U/s1600/DSC_0144.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="426" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554155856016348194" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/TRRTUukClCI/AAAAAAAAAOk/h6q-dSFGH8U/s640/DSC_0144.JPG" style="display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 321px;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the installation:'Chapel'&lt;br /&gt;Vansteenkiste started from the bleu-print of the Counts Chapel in Kortrijk&lt;br /&gt;(where the work was shown).&lt;br /&gt;As a whole it clearly refers to his inspiration and is imadiatly seen as an architypical churchbuilding.&lt;br /&gt;The architecture is reduced to an open structure with milky white walls that licht up from within. 'Chapel' is in that way a work in which each of us can project their own beliefs and expectations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193991601854395437-5772541137082231133?l=jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/feeds/5772541137082231133/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7193991601854395437&amp;postID=5772541137082231133' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/5772541137082231133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/5772541137082231133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapel.html' title='Chapel'/><author><name>jonas vansteenkiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352950907436191691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R-ePYBYx_LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3wrtRorP8y8/S220/DSC08641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/TRRTUukClCI/AAAAAAAAAOk/h6q-dSFGH8U/s72-c/DSC_0144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193991601854395437.post-8848758403061238122</id><published>2010-10-22T01:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T08:30:11.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a space of confinement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/TN0daP7LyBI/AAAAAAAAANw/yHyLLYOaNRE/s1600/DSC_0121.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/TSdFOjkl9qI/AAAAAAAAAPE/hIQpwXdaYCc/s1600/opbouw_014.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqX7yPS9gCI/TmtfTIcScZI/AAAAAAAAARg/zuYUTvxUxNY/s1600/hopstreet+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqX7yPS9gCI/TmtfTIcScZI/AAAAAAAAARg/zuYUTvxUxNY/s400/hopstreet+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In 'A space of confinement' Vansteenkiste first starts from the gallery space in Kortrijk, which he associative links to the Hitchcock movie:'The Birds'. This is the second starting point for this work.&lt;br /&gt;Vansteenkiste is fascinated by the concept of home and architectural  fragments as windows, doors, corridors, stairs, ... Like one of his  great examples of the Master of Suspense Alfred Hitchcock. Both see it  as a dubbel facet of the house, on one side a safe environment but is  also a place that could turn against the people and become a 'prison'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lp34_q40vgI/TmtfUblbFyI/AAAAAAAAARk/fdntAIM50b0/s1600/hopstreet+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lp34_q40vgI/TmtfUblbFyI/AAAAAAAAARk/fdntAIM50b0/s320/hopstreet+4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cofinement (the state of being confined) means including detention, house arrest or in the broader sence fixed in a place. This aspect is of course reflected in 'The Birds' the town houses are under siege from the birds without a viable reason appears that al logic seems lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Melanie, Mitch and the other characters the house seems a save heaven that wil protect them from attacks, but this space is also their fragile wooden prison. To Confine ... means to entrust something to  someone or something. The duality of the title here is thus a very conscious factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/TSdCRwOyiWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/JI48XynvtJA/s1600/image_007.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/TN0daP7LyBI/AAAAAAAAANw/yHyLLYOaNRE/s1600/DSC_0121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538615453524150290" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/TN0daP7LyBI/AAAAAAAAANw/yHyLLYOaNRE/s400/DSC_0121.jpg" style="display: block; height: 329px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 492px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/TN3Bv-FVwII/AAAAAAAAAOQ/CfYIe1ye1bY/s1600/DSC_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;foto by SteytPeña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;, Luis Peña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The action of Mitch Brenner who  breaksup the shed and geaters wood to close every window of his home hermetically fascinates Vansteenkiste, this action he interprets as a harbinger of an intense period of introspection and social tension between the people who undergo this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/TSdCRwOyiWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/JI48XynvtJA/s1600/image_007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="133" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559485137784310114" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/TSdCRwOyiWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/JI48XynvtJA/s200/image_007.jpg" style="display: block; height: 306px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 459px;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;During the making of 'a space of confinement'remained the question be repeated,' how did Melanie feel?'&lt;br /&gt;This fact is central, the atmosphere of the film leaves the screen and we take on the role  of Melanie in this installation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/TSdEVBkaXAI/AAAAAAAAAO8/xi2F3LIe0EE/s1600/image_063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559487393001266178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/TSdEVBkaXAI/AAAAAAAAAO8/xi2F3LIe0EE/s400/image_063.jpg" style="display: block; height: 313px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 469px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/TN0emxrcCwI/AAAAAAAAAN4/DX-wAMRgaUY/s1600/DSC_0116_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/TN084bAvoMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Df-Hj3gsEms/s1600/DSC_0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/TMFG3qjzmVI/AAAAAAAAANo/ZNP3S580VDU/s1600/a+space+of+confinement.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193991601854395437-8848758403061238122?l=jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/feeds/8848758403061238122/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7193991601854395437&amp;postID=8848758403061238122' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/8848758403061238122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/8848758403061238122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/2010/10/space-of-confinement.html' title='a space of confinement'/><author><name>jonas vansteenkiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352950907436191691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R-ePYBYx_LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3wrtRorP8y8/S220/DSC08641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqX7yPS9gCI/TmtfTIcScZI/AAAAAAAAARg/zuYUTvxUxNY/s72-c/hopstreet+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193991601854395437.post-3521784209222159552</id><published>2010-04-02T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T02:43:03.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensitive skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/S7W9I6i1sbI/AAAAAAAAALg/Y9gEc9k8irY/s1600/uitnodiging+harelbeke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/S7W9I6i1sbI/AAAAAAAAALg/Y9gEc9k8irY/s400/uitnodiging+harelbeke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455474484481208754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the video "Sensitive Skin"&lt;br /&gt;The viewer is invited to do more than  just watching.&lt;br /&gt;The work creates its own universe, one that neither time  nor space seem to have a grip on.&lt;br /&gt;The video doesn't give a narrative context,&lt;br /&gt;but we are seduced by an image in the color of embroidery nut, a frail hand, a  white curtain and a white wall.&lt;br /&gt;A  subtle reference to a  pre-Raphaelite tradition is made, this work lives on the fading  boundary between  painting and video installation, and through which the fragility of the  image suggests an underlying story.&lt;br /&gt;That this is anything but free of conotations,  this muted picture speaks:&lt;br /&gt;with transparency and  clarity, with wind and color, and the tension between movement and  stasis, between disclosure and suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Text Windey Cin)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193991601854395437-3521784209222159552?l=jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/feeds/3521784209222159552/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7193991601854395437&amp;postID=3521784209222159552' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/3521784209222159552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/3521784209222159552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/2010/04/sensitive-skin.html' title='Sensitive skin'/><author><name>jonas vansteenkiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352950907436191691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R-ePYBYx_LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3wrtRorP8y8/S220/DSC08641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/S7W9I6i1sbI/AAAAAAAAALg/Y9gEc9k8irY/s72-c/uitnodiging+harelbeke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193991601854395437.post-7037616175795385722</id><published>2010-04-02T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T08:57:35.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House of Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IE_Lsgbr7bE/TmuHdg9BjAI/AAAAAAAAARs/URi7BlEnrNU/s1600/house+of+leaves+johan+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="488" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IE_Lsgbr7bE/TmuHdg9BjAI/AAAAAAAAARs/URi7BlEnrNU/s640/house+of+leaves+johan+5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:"Adobe Caslon Pro";  panose-1:2 5 5 2 5 5 10 2 4 3;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-language:NL;} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this project, the book House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski stands central. The novel in question is a truly fascinating object for those interested in the endless dialogue between literature and visual arts. House of Leaves is the kind of novel that classical narrative strategies is neglected, and exchanges them for a Maze like structure, &lt;br /&gt;an almost impenetrable tangle of stories in an experimentel design. &lt;br /&gt;Each story is embedded in a layer by another layer, like a Chinese box or a Russian matryoshka-doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m1JffTiiWVw/TmuHfM_LoVI/AAAAAAAAARw/37HrVuU8LZc/s1600/house+of+leaves+johan+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="462" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m1JffTiiWVw/TmuHfM_LoVI/AAAAAAAAARw/37HrVuU8LZc/s640/house+of+leaves+johan+10.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we finally get to read is &lt;br /&gt;1) a journal report, &lt;br /&gt;2) an academic writing about, &lt;br /&gt;3) a documentary film of, &lt;br /&gt;4) a mysterious house in an unspecified but very Arcadian-style spot in North America. A house, it seems, constantly mutates, noises, and appears larger on the inside than on the outside and it even disolves some protagonists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The book has a certain cult value, but cast in a compelling combination of form and content innovation, and an intelligent meta-view of the postmodern (or 'pomo'tradition) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;which it manifests itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The book stands with one foot in the canon, but also parasite latched onto the popular reading culture, it incorporates the latest insights from the literature theoretical paradigms of the past decades and delivers it at the same time a parodic commentary on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In all this sounds a clear form experimental trend that the act of reading itself as a central problem. With its experimental form and structure, are often cryptic in content and style aphasic moments, does the novel itself as a labyrinthic space, which threatens thar reading wil be hopelessly stuck. The novel is thus removes the idea that reading is intended to be equivalent to laying puzzle pieces were issued in terms of a clearly defined whole: it is for the reader to do an  effort to understand the work, an effort that should immediately frustrating because postmodern novels often barren and illusory order of reality will puncture and an elusive network of images have surfaced. In other words, the reader gets the impression that perhaps something could unravel, but eventually his efforts wil lead nowhere:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;there is no treasure at the bottom of the pit that await him, because the wealth lies in the fall and the waiving of the desire for a bottom, an ultimate ground. It(s a metaphor in the novel literally symbolized through the labyrinthine house which narrates the novel. With that, Danielewski's novel is a continuation of authors like Borges, Sterne, and Joyce Perec - references in the work of Jonas Vansteenkiste might present through sideroads and detours ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WdKSMc7KI0g/TmuIscRtEPI/AAAAAAAAAR4/syyKDqnQy7U/s1600/house+of+leaves+johan7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WdKSMc7KI0g/TmuIscRtEPI/AAAAAAAAAR4/syyKDqnQy7U/s640/house+of+leaves+johan7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;What Jonas Vansteenkiste in his version of House of Leaves brings about, may be called truly a titanic effort. He cutted all the sentences from the voluminous novel to re-combine into the walls of a house that the labyrinthine structures echoes the novel. The text fragments that are not used in this construction, resonate on there turn with the many 'residual groups' in which the novel can be found in the form of footnotes, loose notes and other addenda, but especially like the added log reports of the 'explorations' in the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result is quite fascinating. By using the fragments of the text to make an architectural structure, creates a compelling dynamic between original and new creation, the original text finally became inaccessible. The original book has become a ruin of text, a book full of holes and perforations whit a stray letter here and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Moreover, the new constellation, all white space between the words disappeared and the reader is reading in different directions at once sent. In both cases, the reading again forced to bite its tail. The 'openness' that suggests the work initially (because the audience gets a glimpse into the internal structure of the Maze) appears on closer inspection a claustrophobic kind of network, without the input and output and almost no breathing room. It looks like an ode to the eternal lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8RdYJhyalm0/TmuHgEBmRtI/AAAAAAAAAR0/sWEH5TZY16Q/s1600/house+of+leaves+johan+20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8RdYJhyalm0/TmuHgEBmRtI/AAAAAAAAAR0/sWEH5TZY16Q/s640/house+of+leaves+johan+20.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;photo's by Johan Delcour&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;(text by Cin Windey)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Literature Scientist Cin Windey studying literary texts, their status as objects and their negative space awareness, and the reader will notify: through their theme or motive force, or by the fact that they are the negative space in some way and enable their narrative strategy. In particular, the second category of texts that exceed the limit more than once to the visual arts ... and just at that border transfer is a huge space for reflection on space, mental spaces, non-lieus, the uncanny, and anarchitecture and void. ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/S7W6-YvA5hI/AAAAAAAAALY/8D0uYdV4GSM/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/TBXeqINtMXI/AAAAAAAAALw/1EbeFuHLWJc/s1600/DSC_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3fca9ts_YKY/TWOzkbBEuyI/AAAAAAAAAP8/CHFYBCouNGQ/s1600/jonas%2Bvan%2Bsteenkiste%2B1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193991601854395437-7037616175795385722?l=jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/feeds/7037616175795385722/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7193991601854395437&amp;postID=7037616175795385722' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/7037616175795385722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/7037616175795385722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/2010/04/house-of-leaves.html' title='House of Leaves'/><author><name>jonas vansteenkiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352950907436191691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R-ePYBYx_LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3wrtRorP8y8/S220/DSC08641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IE_Lsgbr7bE/TmuHdg9BjAI/AAAAAAAAARs/URi7BlEnrNU/s72-c/house+of+leaves+johan+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193991601854395437.post-6074452305065289569</id><published>2010-03-13T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T13:31:06.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be your mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/S5wRU69pmlI/AAAAAAAAALQ/sNex7-lp0tY/s1600-h/DSC00315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/S5wRU69pmlI/AAAAAAAAALQ/sNex7-lp0tY/s400/DSC00315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448248700334348882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be your mirror (2003), een performative installation die expliciet refereert aan de roman ‘Le Rouge et le Noir’ van de Franse naturalist Stendhal, viel mij in eerste instantie vooral op hoe het werk erin slaagt het publiek nadrukkelijk op zichzelf terug te werpen. Dat zoiets al eens confronterend kan zijn, bewijst de passage uit de roman waarop Jonas zich inspireerde. Stendhal schrijft:“Eh, monsieur, un roman est un miroir qui se promène sur une grande route. Tantôt il reflète à vos yeux l’azur des cieux, tantôt la fange des bourbiers de la route. Et l’homme qui porte le miroir dans sa hotte sera par vous accuse d’être immoral! Son miroir montre la fange, et vous accusez le miroir! “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vrij vertaald:&lt;br /&gt;“Wel, meneer, een roman is een spiegel die een lange wandeling maakt. Nu eens weerspiegelt hij het azuurblauw van de hemelen, dan weer reflecteert hij de modderpoelen op de weg. En  de man met die spiegel in zijn draagkorf wordt ervan beschuldigd immoreel te zijn. Zijn spiegel reflecteert de modder, en u beschuldigt de spiegel”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/TF8SotKudbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Ya6HrSYd0Ms/s1600/L1000197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/TF8SotKudbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Ya6HrSYd0Ms/s400/L1000197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503137760198686130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@ M HKA near the work of Jan Fabre &amp;amp; Marina Abramovic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;photo by Yves Jansen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Het is opmerkelijk om vast te stellen hoe dit citaat gelijk strookt met wat Jonas mij vertelde over de reacties die het werk soms losweekt: mensen die hun best doen om steeds buiten het bereik van de spiegel te blijven, geïrriteerd raken door de confrontatie met hun eigen weerspiegeling, zich ongemakkelijk voelen, het gevoel krijgen dat ze ‘in’ het werk werden gedwongen en er zich zo snel mogelijk weer aan proberen te onttrekken.Die verbluffende uitwerking zegt niet alleen iets over de dynamiek en de zeggingskracht van het – uiteindelijk visueel vrij eenvoudige – werk, maar zet vooral ook een verraderlijk spel van zelfbespiegeling, van woord en wederwoord en van letterlijke ‘deelname’ in werking: de spiegel kan de geïrriteerde blik van een kijker opvangen, maar kaatst hem onmiddellijk ook netjes terug naar de zender – die vervolgens zichzelf boos in de ogen staat te kijken. Dat maakt van dit werk tegelijk een heerlijk gemeen truukje als een pertinente vraagstelling over thema’s als zelfbeeld, participatie, en de driehoeksrelatie tussen maker, kijker en kunstwerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Tekst Cin Windey)&lt;br /&gt;( a Special thanks to Simon Vanheukelom, performer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/TF6BjPPLOtI/AAAAAAAAANA/AXFOWx2fxbE/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/TF6BjPPLOtI/AAAAAAAAANA/AXFOWx2fxbE/s400/DSC_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502978237078911698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    @ M HKA  Antwerpen naast "Oh" van Anouk De Clercq photo by Jonas Vansteenkiste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193991601854395437-6074452305065289569?l=jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/feeds/6074452305065289569/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7193991601854395437&amp;postID=6074452305065289569' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/6074452305065289569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/6074452305065289569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/2010/03/ill-be-your-mirror.html' title='I&apos;ll be your mirror'/><author><name>jonas vansteenkiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352950907436191691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R-ePYBYx_LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3wrtRorP8y8/S220/DSC08641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/S5wRU69pmlI/AAAAAAAAALQ/sNex7-lp0tY/s72-c/DSC00315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193991601854395437.post-1700929133075705196</id><published>2010-01-25T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T01:55:10.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SWAN SONG OF PARKING PALACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/S15CcFpdheI/AAAAAAAAAKw/r64xZMqam9w/s400/LRswan+song_v04_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430851250975245794" /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Everyone lays ‘a first stone’ from time to time, but none reflects at the stones which had to make way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The main theme in The Swan Song of Parking Place is the farewell to a building which was a part of the Kortrijk cityscape for years. It’s not only a farewall but also a reference to things to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We wanted the building to speak for itself, and why not… let it sing as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; A swan-song, a number brought by a performer before disappearing from the stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We soon found a connection with Frank Sinatra’s “My Way”, which lyrics ooze a similar context and vibe. The song was noted in the charts about the same time the Parking Palace was built. We soon started indentifying the parking with the lyrics main personage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A character at the end of his life, looking back, regretting certain things he’s done, mistakes he’s made… but above alle realizes all those things made him into a unique person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The same applies to this building. That’s why we wanted to give it a proper farewell before it totally disappears, remaining only in our memories and Lies’ relics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;( a project with Lies Caeyers ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.liescaeyers.com/) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"   style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:Arial;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/S2GzXOWrYHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3iCKsz_JqYI/s400/parking+palace+hap.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431819837157105778" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193991601854395437-1700929133075705196?l=jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/feeds/1700929133075705196/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7193991601854395437&amp;postID=1700929133075705196' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/1700929133075705196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/1700929133075705196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/2010/01/swan-song-of-parking-palace.html' title='THE SWAN SONG OF PARKING PALACE'/><author><name>jonas vansteenkiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352950907436191691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R-ePYBYx_LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3wrtRorP8y8/S220/DSC08641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/S15CcFpdheI/AAAAAAAAAKw/r64xZMqam9w/s72-c/LRswan+song_v04_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193991601854395437.post-4038272271612561782</id><published>2009-11-24T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T12:50:58.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is a book about a fading place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #551a8b; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/Sv6lT5vnn7I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/FMgS2jkzb3k/s400/plattegrond+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403938364227821490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Immersie: Atelier 7”&lt;/b&gt; is an Homage to Luc Peire by&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt; Jonas Vansteenkiste.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;It’s an sculptural installation with references to Peire’s works &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;on the one side, and a house in the Judestraat (Knokke) on the other side. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;This house is called ‘Atelier 7’ by Jenny Peire-Verbrugge in&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;the book  “De Ateliers van Luc Peire”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;Jonas deals with the notion of “immersion”, which connects him with Peire, and which &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;is based on the formal reference to this building.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;Vansteenkiste and Peire’s “ immersion” is all about a subject’s&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;spacial experience.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;The spectator undergoes his environment, he’s immersed into it, which creates a dialogue between man and space.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; margin: 0px; font: 12px 'Century Gothic'; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;Vansteekiste integrates the vertical lines from Peire’s works in the construction of his work.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;The sculptural installation is lit from the inside out, which draws a silhouette on the walls of the exposition room. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;This shadow silhouette refers to the works of Peire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12px;"  &gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/S1ScAZhyO6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/PxK5YPdKKaU/s400/Immersion+Atelier7+jonas+vansteenkiste+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428134981554813858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;In "Immersion, atelier 7 brengt Vansteenkiste een treffende ode aan Luc Peire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;De jonge kunstenaar belicht op een originele manier zowel Peires beeldend oeuvre alsook de site van de Stichting Jenny en Luc Peire in de Judestraat te Knokke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;Het nummer in de titel verwijst naar het boek: De ateliers van Luc Peire (ludion, Gent-Amsterdam, 2001)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;waarin Jenny Peire-Verbruggen het atelier in Knokke als nr 7 beschrijft.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;De installatie van Vansteenkiste is geconcipieerd als een grote houten ' geparafraseerde' maquette van de totaal site in de Judestraat (nieuwbouw, tuin, atelier en bungalow) volledig antraciet geschilderd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;Verticalen, geïnspireerd op Peires werk, breken wanden, muren en ruimtes open die vanbinnen uit verlicht, een fascinerend spel van genuanceerde schaduw-en lichtlijnen op de witte omringende wanden van de expo ruimte projecteren.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;Immersion,Atelier 7 is een verassende persoonlijke variatie op een bestaand gegeven, maar vormt tegelijk een boeiende confrontatie waarbij 'immersie'de dominante toon vormt: de mens wordt ondergedompeld in een licht-shaduw omgeving. Zoals in het twee- als driedimentionaal werk van Peire treedt dus ook bij Vansteenkiste de bezoeker in dialoog met de gecreërde ruimte en wordt erin opgenomen. Slagen beide kunstenaars er als 'metteurs en espace' niet wonderwel in de mens intensief deelachtig te maken aan hun eigen denkraum eb umgebung?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;Tekst Marc Peire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/Sv6lT5vnn7I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/FMgS2jkzb3k/s1600-h/plattegrond+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/Se3jwU6Vv0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/aSY-yc24src/s400/DSC_0223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327228191828279714" style="WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/Se4d0MtfAaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/mMC-lnqcDPY/s400/False+memory+6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327227408429634258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/Se4dGmUsUtI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CGSStY_ITLs/s400/False+memory+5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327227102844873970" style="WIDTH: 400px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/Se4ddPrrkhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/mel8rDQSRj8/s400/False+memory+7.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La stanza, a false memory of a city &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"&gt;The work La stanza, a false memory of a city made &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"&gt;by Jonas Vansteenkiste is a miniature room built out of unprocessed wood he found in the city of Rome.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"&gt;The work has a little door and window and it stands on high legs, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"&gt;the ceiling of the room is a television screen where the artist made&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"&gt;a video work with found footage of the following movies:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"&gt;Belissima (Visconti), mama Roma (Pasolini), &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"&gt;Ieri, Oggi, Domani (Sica), Roma (Fellini) &amp;amp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"&gt;Roman holiday (Wyler).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"&gt;The little room refers to Vansteenkiste’s bedroom where he watched all these movies. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"&gt;Because of these films the artist had a false perception/memory of Rome.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"&gt;When Jonas visited Rome he felt a friction between the memory (formed by the movies) and the reality of the city. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"&gt;This forms the base of La stanza, a false memory of a city.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"&gt;In this work Vansteenkiste suggests a more active or even immersive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"&gt;point of view for the persons watching his work: the persons stand lower than the little room&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"&gt; and through the window and doors they can watch the screen where Rome is shown &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"&gt;on the moving ceiling. In this manner the ceiling refers to the Roman &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"&gt;Mastership of the fresco on the ceiling of churches, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"&gt;like the one Michelangelo made in the Sistine Chapel.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"&gt;Manuela Pacella (curator)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial; font-size: 48px; line-height: 115px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193991601854395437-82341490614068830?l=jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/feeds/82341490614068830/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7193991601854395437&amp;postID=82341490614068830' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/82341490614068830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/82341490614068830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-stanza-false-memory-of-city.html' title='La Stanza, a false memory of a city'/><author><name>jonas vansteenkiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352950907436191691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R-ePYBYx_LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3wrtRorP8y8/S220/DSC08641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/Se3jwU6Vv0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/aSY-yc24src/s72-c/DSC_0223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193991601854395437.post-2006846410295774885</id><published>2009-04-02T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T03:11:51.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dollhouse for Rachel Whiteread</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/S2_uqSPpaoI/AAAAAAAAALI/YUArLZkIsmo/s1600-h/a+dollhouse+for+rachel+whiteread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/S2_uqSPpaoI/AAAAAAAAALI/YUArLZkIsmo/s400/a+dollhouse+for+rachel+whiteread.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435825685478861442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;A dollhouse for Rachel Whiteread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; min-height: 15px; "&gt;When I was physically confronted with one of her casted stairwells, I was astounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;The work left a lasting impression on me and I wanted to know more about this artist and her work.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; min-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;When I set out to read about her work, I saw resemblances between&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;how we both experience the relation between human beings and space.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; min-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; min-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;I began to see Rachel as a mentor guiding me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;in my own artistic quest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;In this manner she gave me insights in my own perception and experience.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;I have the impression that Rachel has given me a lot through her work and thus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;I wanted to give something in return.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; min-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;I read that Rachel collects dollhouses and this triggered my work.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;As we all know a dollhouse is a relational object in the best known way: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;an object between a father and his daughter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;The maker and the one it is made for.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; min-height: 15px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;As such in the back of my mind I started to&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;make my own dollhouse with my childhood home as the blue-print.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; min-height: 15px; "&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;My dollhouse has no walls: it is in fact an open structure that refers to a house and its rooms. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;The only room that is defined is the staircase. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;This is a hint to the starting point of the project&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;(the experience with a Whiteread stairwell)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; min-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;The sculpture is the first part of this work.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; min-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;The second part consists of actually presenting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;the dollhouse sculpture to Rachel Whiteread herself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/S2_rhLcnR3I/AAAAAAAAALA/DpaEFH0G7Hw/s400/DSC_0266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435822230500493170" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193991601854395437-2006846410295774885?l=jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/feeds/2006846410295774885/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7193991601854395437&amp;postID=2006846410295774885' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/2006846410295774885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/2006846410295774885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/2009/04/dollhouse-for-rachel-witheread.html' title='A dollhouse for Rachel Whiteread'/><author><name>jonas vansteenkiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352950907436191691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R-ePYBYx_LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3wrtRorP8y8/S220/DSC08641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/S2_uqSPpaoI/AAAAAAAAALI/YUArLZkIsmo/s72-c/a+dollhouse+for+rachel+whiteread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193991601854395437.post-3075000471510372847</id><published>2009-03-10T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T02:36:52.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heterotopic drawing 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/SbYyrF7e34I/AAAAAAAAAG0/uyYh-H4sCZc/s1600-h/maze+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311488526437506946" style="WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/SbYyrF7e34I/AAAAAAAAAG0/uyYh-H4sCZc/s400/maze+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heterotopic drawing 1" is een tekening uit de reeks: "A maze is a house built to confuse" en vormt de heterotopie pagina voor het "how to save the world scrapbook" in het kader van the game is up festival in de vooruit.&lt;br /&gt;Het scapbook is ook online:&lt;a href="http://www.yutumitu.be/"&gt;http://www.yutumitu.be/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193991601854395437-3075000471510372847?l=jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/feeds/3075000471510372847/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7193991601854395437&amp;postID=3075000471510372847' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/3075000471510372847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/3075000471510372847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/2009/03/heterotopic-drawing-1.html' title='heterotopic drawing 1'/><author><name>jonas vansteenkiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352950907436191691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R-ePYBYx_LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3wrtRorP8y8/S220/DSC08641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/SbYyrF7e34I/AAAAAAAAAG0/uyYh-H4sCZc/s72-c/maze+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193991601854395437.post-5953017406479589837</id><published>2009-02-04T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T06:20:02.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rodenbach Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/SYmF0D645RI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hIDpWWs6_dA/s1600-h/DSC_0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298913566030095634" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/SYmF0D645RI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hIDpWWs6_dA/s320/DSC_0071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/SYmFOIVEWEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HFooukJ6yiM/s1600-h/DSC_0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298912914378610754" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/SYmFOIVEWEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HFooukJ6yiM/s320/DSC_0074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opstelling in Rodenbach Brouwerij te Roeselare&lt;em&gt;.(September, 2008)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geselecteerde werken: "Transit", "Breath", "Us", "Gorecki"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193991601854395437-5953017406479589837?l=jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/feeds/5953017406479589837/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7193991601854395437&amp;postID=5953017406479589837' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/5953017406479589837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/5953017406479589837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/2009/02/rodenbach-award-voor-profesioneel.html' title='Rodenbach Award'/><author><name>jonas vansteenkiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352950907436191691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R-ePYBYx_LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3wrtRorP8y8/S220/DSC08641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/SYmF0D645RI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hIDpWWs6_dA/s72-c/DSC_0071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193991601854395437.post-112897271686923591</id><published>2008-07-23T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T06:21:37.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Gorecki's room"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226174585743044242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/SIcaGKVjbpI/AAAAAAAAADo/a5Bmqp_FgS8/s400/DSC_0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226182996328346946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/SIchvuNWdUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/EkKxEM-_Uhk/s400/DSC_0190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/SIchu_lu_AI/AAAAAAAAAD4/PDcSfBwymy0/s1600-h/DSC_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226182983814151170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/SIchu_lu_AI/AAAAAAAAAD4/PDcSfBwymy0/s400/DSC_0189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226182979407581026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/SIchuvLID2I/AAAAAAAAADw/8-bO6UiTOY4/s400/DSC_0140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/SIchvcz6D8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/eWKHuFfM0EI/s1600-h/DSC_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226182991658225602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/SIchvcz6D8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/eWKHuFfM0EI/s400/DSC_0193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/SIchwFVbmRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GmQbt4tcY3s/s1600-h/DSC_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226183002536253714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/SIchwFVbmRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GmQbt4tcY3s/s400/DSC_0191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ruimtelijke schets 1, 2008)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193991601854395437-112897271686923591?l=jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/feeds/112897271686923591/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7193991601854395437&amp;postID=112897271686923591' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/112897271686923591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/112897271686923591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/2008/07/goreckis-room.html' title='&quot;Gorecki&apos;s room&quot;'/><author><name>jonas vansteenkiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352950907436191691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R-ePYBYx_LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3wrtRorP8y8/S220/DSC08641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/SIcaGKVjbpI/AAAAAAAAADo/a5Bmqp_FgS8/s72-c/DSC_0169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193991601854395437.post-6447647996309381404</id><published>2008-04-30T04:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:15:56.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Gorecki" 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/SBhSv6BeVAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/MGptIbbFZIk/s1600-h/gorecki.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/SBhSv6BeVAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/MGptIbbFZIk/s400/gorecki.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194993153154634754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;“Gorecki”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;is a video presented on a flat screen television mounted onto a white wall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;The video begins with a black image and only audio. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;The audio is organic and crunching.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;Once the image comes alive one’s interprets it to be a wall however we&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;cannot define the exact image.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;As the title of the work suggests this is an ode to Henryk Mikolaj Gorecki.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;The Polish composer mainly known from his Symphony No. 3 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;‘Symfonia piesni zalobnych’ known as Symphony Of Sorrowful Songs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;His music evolves very slow and is meditative and this is one of the reason to create this ode.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;The beginning of the video is a black screen with only audio,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;sounds, very organic sounds with a long resonance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;The sound is slow and takes it time to unfold. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;Not only are the sounds slow, they are also very deep and profound. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;The actual image appears from within the black and it seems that we are&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;looking at a still image.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;The picture is modest, peaceful and the whiteness of the wall is interrupted&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;by light beams passing by.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;A dialogue between image and sound is created and on certain&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;points it is a kind of fusion. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;But then, the moment you expect it to become a total symbiosis their roads&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;parts and a tension between the two comes to live.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;The sound as the picture are striking, torsionating layers in a rather &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;pleasant and fascinating way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;The audio that in the beginning sounded mysterious and cold becomes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;more and more to the full and seem to influence the picture&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;to burst until the image dissappears and the only thing left are sounds&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;and an after image of the space.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193991601854395437-6447647996309381404?l=jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/feeds/6447647996309381404/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7193991601854395437&amp;postID=6447647996309381404' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/6447647996309381404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/6447647996309381404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/2008/04/gorecki-2008.html' title='&quot;Gorecki&quot; 2008'/><author><name>jonas vansteenkiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352950907436191691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R-ePYBYx_LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3wrtRorP8y8/S220/DSC08641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/SBhSv6BeVAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/MGptIbbFZIk/s72-c/gorecki.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193991601854395437.post-6802977854873303402</id><published>2008-03-27T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T00:12:12.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Us" 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/TDAzmtfwTAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ujQIfLEO5fg/s1600/Us+goeie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 517px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/TDAzmtfwTAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ujQIfLEO5fg/s400/Us+goeie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489944685905464322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica; color: rgb(77, 77, 77);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“US” is a relational object; a pillow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica; color: rgb(77, 77, 77);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;which connects two humans and concurrently detains them together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica; color: rgb(77, 77, 77);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The two of them make up this image and step by step it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica; color: rgb(77, 77, 77);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that their identity fades and they are seen as one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica; color: rgb(77, 77, 77);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica; color: rgb(77, 77, 77);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This object creates a symbiosis of these two people in which each one is depending on the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica; color: rgb(77, 77, 77);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;However charming and recognisable this object is in it’s appearance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica; color: rgb(77, 77, 77);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;one’s feels the negative tension this object bears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica; color: rgb(77, 77, 77);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The longer these persons are sharing this intimate dialogue the more they seem to loose themselves and even suffocate each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica; color: rgb(77, 77, 77);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica; color: rgb(77, 77, 77);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“Us” tells the story about an unseen space and a social space &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica; color: rgb(77, 77, 77);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that is not pronounced but wears a tangible tension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica; color: rgb(77, 77, 77);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.nieuwsblad.be/Article/Detail.aspx?articelD=s41shvuc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193991601854395437-6802977854873303402?l=jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/feeds/6802977854873303402/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7193991601854395437&amp;postID=6802977854873303402' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/6802977854873303402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/6802977854873303402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/2008/03/us.html' title='&quot;Us&quot; 2008'/><author><name>jonas vansteenkiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352950907436191691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R-ePYBYx_LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3wrtRorP8y8/S220/DSC08641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/TDAzmtfwTAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ujQIfLEO5fg/s72-c/Us+goeie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193991601854395437.post-797360205717556963</id><published>2008-03-25T03:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:27:16.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Breath" 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R-jT-RYx_cI/AAAAAAAAACQ/TqpBsTNBbRU/s1600-h/DSC07991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R-jT-RYx_cI/AAAAAAAAACQ/TqpBsTNBbRU/s320/DSC07991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181624438062448066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R-jT-xYx_dI/AAAAAAAAACY/IzvzGO7sANg/s1600-h/DSC07966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R-jT-xYx_dI/AAAAAAAAACY/IzvzGO7sANg/s320/DSC07966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181624446652382674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;“Breath”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;is a video installation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;The video shows us a glance, through an open window, on a house on the other&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;side of the street.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;The window of the other house is also open and the curtains beat&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;against the wind.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;The curtains of the two rooms take over each others rhythm and this&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;makes that a connection comes into being between the two rooms.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;In the picture of ‘Breath’ you feel clearly a desire between both&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;rooms,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;there is a connection between them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193991601854395437-797360205717556963?l=jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/feeds/797360205717556963/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7193991601854395437&amp;postID=797360205717556963' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/797360205717556963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/797360205717556963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/2008/03/breath-2007.html' title='&quot;Breath&quot; 2007'/><author><name>jonas vansteenkiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352950907436191691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R-ePYBYx_LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3wrtRorP8y8/S220/DSC08641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R-jT-RYx_cI/AAAAAAAAACQ/TqpBsTNBbRU/s72-c/DSC07991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193991601854395437.post-328984250615304712</id><published>2008-03-24T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T03:01:55.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Transit" 2006/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R_5GcnrTM7I/AAAAAAAAADI/3gXMp8HVskE/s1600-h/trns%13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187661278278267826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R_5GcnrTM7I/AAAAAAAAADI/3gXMp8HVskE/s400/trns%13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;(Filmstill from "Transit")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R_5EuHrTM6I/AAAAAAAAADA/wPuS5IwYc2o/s1600-h/site2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187659379902722978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R_5EuHrTM6I/AAAAAAAAADA/wPuS5IwYc2o/s400/site2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R_4Rx3rTM5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/_tEdr9eguCQ/s1600-h/site.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187603369234215826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R_4Rx3rTM5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/_tEdr9eguCQ/s400/site.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Installation "Transit")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(77, 77, 77); font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;“TRANSIT” is an installation constructed out of two elements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A physical part; a loose standing construction of a corridor, entirely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;build up out of gyproc and wood and only the interior is finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The interior has been finished similar to a newly build apartment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The colour of the walls is a deep grey, taken out of the video part of this work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The video part shows us a picture of a single bedroom, seen from behind half open doors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The shade is grey and shows us a room in which the only movements come from the wind and the light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It seems to be a peaceful area but when confronted longer you notice that this room has an other undertone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;“Transit” begins just like a portrait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This time a portrait of a state of mind, a mental state. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The ‘portrait’ has been replaced by a space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The physical element, occurring as a corridor that normally leads usfrom one place to another leads us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;in this installation brutally to a deadend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;‘Transit’ has all the qualities of a corridor: long, narrow, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This space only pretends to be a corridor, it doesn’t lead us to another physical space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In this case it is the conductor to another unreachable place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A bedroom. The bedroom, often seen as one of the most intimate spaces of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;someone’s house has been given a slightly odd nature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The room seems to have everything to be charming and peaceful, but after a while it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;develops an awkward after taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 20.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193991601854395437-328984250615304712?l=jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/feeds/328984250615304712/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7193991601854395437&amp;postID=328984250615304712' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/328984250615304712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/328984250615304712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/2008/03/transit-2007.html' title='&quot;Transit&quot; 2006/2007'/><author><name>jonas vansteenkiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352950907436191691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R-ePYBYx_LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3wrtRorP8y8/S220/DSC08641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R_5GcnrTM7I/AAAAAAAAADI/3gXMp8HVskE/s72-c/trns%13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193991601854395437.post-5827274398863542781</id><published>2008-03-24T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:23:05.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fluïdum" 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R-esihYx_QI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hhHTQPuzifE/s1600-h/hoofdbeeld.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tmyzp0-JiA/R-esihYx_QI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hhHTQPuzifE/s320/hoofdbeeld.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181299605390884098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;still from render&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;“Fluïdum” starts out of an older project “revised memories”, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;in which I tried to add my feelings onto a photographed moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When I presented the series for the first time I had a weird experience;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;my feelings towards that moment were altered and I was looking again to just a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;new picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Feelings are like water and I wanted to introduce that into my pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I then decided to scan one of the pictures and wrote a computer programme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that alters the colours in an autonomous manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In the beginning, the changes are very subtle and gradually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In no moment this painting is in a state of rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #4d4d4d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It just keeps on evolving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193991601854395437-5827274398863542781?l=jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/feeds/5827274398863542781/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7193991601854395437&amp;postID=5827274398863542781' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/5827274398863542781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193991601854395437/posts/default/5827274398863542781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasvansteenkiste.blogspot.com/2008/03/fluidum-2006.html' title='&quot;Fluïdum&quot; 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