The destruction of The tower of Babel meant the confusion of tongues in a multitude of languages. Nowadays we speak one or more world languages. So I decided to build up the tower again. The trouble today though, isn't the language but what is being said. Therefore the clouded top of the tower.
To fool the eye, I painted the frame (stretcher bars) on canvas, like it is hanging on a white wall. I painted the canvas hanging from a wire in front of the frame. The wire is real and the shadow hanging from the bottom of the painting is real (black cardboard)
Several canvasses glued and screwed together. On those canvasses I painted an explosion of canvasses. Exploding outward from the center. The center isn't visible.
Ora luna ta bari: when the moon sweeps clean the heavens. An old saying on Curacao, meaning: Don't go outside when you see the light of the moon appearing but not the moon itself. If you do, you will meet monsters and maybe even the devil himself.
All sorts of driftwood make the outline of the brain. The cloud represents the spirit that remembers things to come; the bent earth and the driftwood are one.
Three vines holding on to three circular clouds. Like the ropes on a sailing ship that hold on to the sails to catch the wind. Here the clouds represent the wind in the sails.
For my 32nd birthday I got A bowl with two little goldfish in it. After two weeks they were dead. On this painting the fishbowl and alot of dead goldfish. Except for one, wich is just swimming around the corner