“Thick heavy layers of grass lie like a blanket over the memories of the earth. The ground, full of memories waiting patiently to be awakened. I cover the grass, like you cover a child after a nice day. All the memories of the day under a warm blanket, so they are never forgotten. A blanket, to go to sleep safely under, to be awakened later.
By covering the grass I give all the vegetation present the chance to wake up again. When moving the metal triangles the grasses make room for the other vegetation present. This way I offer a chance for the memories hidden in the ground, to grow. Taking care of the earth, precisely by covering it,
closing it off for a moment and then waking it up again in its full glory”. Esther Hoogendijk
The artist placed five metal triangles on the field in front of the main house. These cover parts of the grass.
In the coming period these triangles will be moved three times, making a drawing in the grass.
As the metal triangles are moved, the grasses make way for the other vegetation present.
In this way the artist offers an opportunity to the memories hidden in the ground to grow.
Buitenplaats Doornburgh Diependaalsedijk 17 3601 GH Maarssen Netherlands
For many years Fred Vos has been recording his existence through daily self-portraits and photographs of walks with his dog. Always presenting in series of three, he captures the passage of time and the changes of his surroundings. He considers the title (AD/year/month/day/time/place) an emphatic part of the work.
Behind the dike in a corner of the water, next to the tawdry Rotterdam-South Maashaven subway station,
Jeroen Jongeleen discovered a drain that occasionally makes water bubble or squirt out.
He decided to appropriate this drain as a work of art and gave it the name ‘Fountain’.
An incongruous and unpredictable fountain, it attempts to be a response to the bloated urban renewal plans,
which are being implemented and planned around Rotterdam-South,
a process in which art is supposed to be a tool.
The fountain rarely works, so there is not much point in traveling especially for it.
For the art tourist, this work will prove to be a disappointment. At best, it will be discovered by accident by a local resident walking past it.
The fountain is a work of art that refuses to go along with the city marketing, in which art is eagerly used as hip and ‘street art’,
but which is usually no more than a presentation of the process of gentrification.
It is an ode to the frayed edges and crumpled zones, to the city that does not try to pretend to be better than it is.
As a stepping stone to the work, a tile has been placed on the quay with the title of the work on it.
There was plenty of time in the past year to think about the time.
How, layer after layer it turns shock into a routine, how you push it through yourself with difficulty, and how it softens sharp corners,
how every thing around counts the time from one point to another.
Since January 1, 2021, every day, I re-pack a wooden figure of number 1, building up the layers.
At the end of the year, there will be one piece, but 365 sculptures hidden inside it.
The work Inverse entropy reflects on todays climatological and sustainability dilemmas: How to deal with our duality mindset. In the end, can our nature be nurtured by reversing our state of entropy inward?
Andrew McNiven sent us the proposal The Artist Will Be Present (2021) to be programmed
in the 2nd Nieuwstraat Festival on an undisclosed Saturday in May .
Part of this proposal is the invitation to other artists to join him in being Present.
If you want to participate in this work, please send a mail to firstname.lastname@example.org
and a week before the festival takes place, you will be informed about the date, time and location.
The 2nd Nieuwstraat Festival will take place, between sunrise and sunset on an undisclosed day in May, 2021. The performances will be carried out by volunteers, unannounced and without explanation. The performances take place in the everyday environment and hide the unusual within the usual.
Passers-by will observe the actions, but may not recognise them as performance art.
We are open to performative concepts.
Please describe your concept in a clear and accessible language, more or less as a manual. The performances will be carried out by (often unexperienced) volunteers.
Don’t forget to mention the preferred time of the day (in relation to the opening and closing of shops, outdoor cafes, the fruit/vegetable-market).
We can only accept your submission if you include links to a website or page with some information about your practice.
Please send your submission to email@example.com.
Deadline: Monday, 1 February 2021, 23:59 (CET).
On October 14, 2020, for the fifth year in a row, stones are suddenly lying on the windowsills in Hingene. Hingene is a village in the province of Antwerp (Belgium) and consists mainly of two main streets that intersect. At the four corners of the junction, you will find: a café, a church, a café-party hall, and a private house. Hans Bossmann, the man behind this activity, says: “Every year I do this on this day. And the windowsills are empty every year, except for one, the stones are all still there. ”
On that tiny windowsill are exact all the stones that Hans Bossmann has placed there over the past four years: five. But there seems to be more. There are also stones on the sill, both outside and inside. The resident says, “I always use those stones to keep the door ajar when I move outside for a moment.” His neighbor sticks her head out of the doorway: “What does this mean?No photographs! Not even from the facade!” If looks could kill, this piece would not have existed. Why does someone put stones on people’s windowsill?
Why does someone put stones on windowsills?
Hans Bossmann: “This small change in the street scene can make people aware of other details in everyday life. It can raise questions about the meaning of such a small change. Once seen, it becomes an annual tradition that they recognize. There is only one village in the world where stones are placed on windowsills one day a year. Something small can be great. ”
Frans van Lent announces small events that take place at a certain location and at a certain moment in the future. Everyone is invited to be at the exact spot at the exact time to contribute to the scene with his/her own simultaneous activity (or inactivity).
A Scene #22 Frans van Lent:
Saturday 23 May 2020 at 2:20 PM (CEST), Dordrecht, the Netherlands
I stood in the middle of the food market. I looked around until I recognised someone, and while I was looking at this person I grabbed my phone and called him to ask how things are.
After a while, I made clear that I was within visual distance, stopped the conversation and raised my arm to say goodbye. I left the market. Martine Viale:
Saturday 23 May 2020 at 2:20 PM (CEST), Perpignan, France.
I walked in one direction and asked my husband to take another and to call my mobile phone. I didn’t answer the phone; he called me ten times. While walking from a definite site to another I recorded the sound of the phone ringing as well as the ambient sounds.
A Scene #20 Frans van Lent:
Tuesday, February 18, 2020 at 2:20 PM (CET), in the sky above the Atlantic.
I was standing in the aisle of a flying Boeing 767-300 between the Netherlands and Iceland. With my eyes closed, my arms beside my body, I was for 15 minutes contemplating the enormity of the ocean below.
Trudy Kunkeler: Tuesday, February 18, 2020 at 2:20 PM (CET),Tibidabo, Barcelona, Spain. Tibi dabo: ‘This I give you’, the devil would have said to Jesus, ‘if you give me your soul’. I am standing with my back to the church. The Inevitable sirens at a distance, dogs barking, the sound of the wind. Only non-western languages pass by, one language I cannot place at all. Reykjavik, I think for a moment. I was about 10 years old when I heard that sound from my uncle who was also a priest and my godfather. He might be sent to a parish in Reykjavik. I looked up the city in the atlas. I myself never got further than the Reykjavik airport, on my way to New York. Difficult to isolate yourself from the environment. I wonder if anyone is wondering what I’m doing there. If so, I don’t understand. 2:35 PM: I turn around and see a family of Sikhs.