I am...
48073.
The number was born online, december 2002.

It is the number I find hardest to remember.


About my artwork
Way back in 2000 I started an online art project, communicating to the world by creating and showing online one new painting each day, for the rest of my life. Soon after the start my computer was hacked, in such a way that I was unable to continue my online presence...
Two years later I was reborn under another name. As an artist I now live as brand 48073™ in RL, on my computer and on the web.
The number was born on the web, december 2002. It is the number I find hardest to remember.

I started making solid paintings in 1990. I saw and cut them into pieces, rearranging them and re-assemble them into new images. Pictures taken from these paintings are then re-combined and transformed using a computer.
From that moment on the painting lives a virtual life, the 'original' becomes redundant to the point that it does not even matter if the original still exists.
The painting lives as part of the digital world, somehow becoming more “real” this way, like I feel more “real” being a number.



About Panting
I work intuitive, without a preconceived plan. I want the thing to make itself, all by its self. The image comes to life in an incidental, casual way. Working from a seemingly careless attitude is a way to quiet down the desire, the Ego. Before I act I wait, until the will flows back again. I keep repeating this, I continue to block the urge to act. Until, unnoticed, something has happened. Suddenly I find myself at work. As soon as i fully realize this moment I stop, wait, let the whole process start all over again.

I try to defeat the painting in all possible ways, destroying it, sawing it apart, cutting it with a knife or scissors. The debris is then nailed, glued, sewn together, transformed into new images. This whole thing is organic, including the format, which can grow or shrink during the process.
I keep working on a painting until I can no longer judge it. Until I have lost grip on the result. Until it no longer needs me and starts living its own life in the world.

I do not want to create beauty. I want the image pushed to the other side, over the edge, until it falls together in a fragile harmony, hanging between thin threads, like a wounded butterfly caught in the web of the conscious.

I do not want to create an alternative reality. This is simply how I see the world as it really is. … Read More