Artist in Residence

Culture Land - Forests of the Future

Amsterdam / Starnmeer

 
 
 
 
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My heart is full of arrows,
Yet I rise and stand
To welcome you with singing,
Doves astride my hand.

Strange it takes so many
Wounds for killing me!
Great Caesar died completely
Of only twenty-three.
— Hildegarde Flanner
 

Amsterdam

Storefront Exhibion - Admiraal de Ruijterweg 181

Storefront Exhibion - Admiraal de Ruijterweg 181

 
 
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How many people think twice about a leaf? Yet the leaf is the chief product and phenomenon of Life: this is a green world, with animals comparatively few and small, and all dependent upon the leaves. By leaves we live.
— Patrick Geddes
 

Vondelpark | Amsterdam

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A fading flower was no reason to mourn, he told Emerson, nor were thick layers of mouldering autumn leaves on the forest floor because in the following year all would spring back into life. Death was part of nature’s cycle and thus a sign of its health and vigor. ‘There can be no really black melancholy to him who lives in the midst of nature’, Thoreau said as he tried to make sense of the world around and within him by being in nature.
— Andrea Wulf
 
 

Starnmeer / Buitenwerkplaats

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Buitenwerkplaats - More or less accidental Stillifes

I think that’s one of the really nice dangers that plants hold for humanity. Once you start looking at them a bit too much you get utterly obsessed by them.
— Greg Kenicer
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I will watch leaves turn, green, then amber, then crimson then no leaves at all.. But the tree will not die for in this place, winter never comes… It is here, in the cradle of all I hold dear, I guard every memory of you. And when I find myself frozen in the mud of the real, far from your loving eyes, I will return to this place, close mine, and take solace in the simple perfection of knowing you
— from the movie Wind River, written and dircted by .....
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