The true story behind the postcards of Memento Vivi.
dated 2002 until 2003,
react to the artist
(click on an image to enlarge an artwork)
Desire to fly away2002 |
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'Swinging on the branches of the Weeping Willow, feeling secure and safe, I grew; as did my desire to leave.' I always wondered where I would 'swing' to if I swung high and hard enough on the branches. I thought I could be much more than a tree climbing girl. |
Feeling homesick2002 |
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'Sometimes I sail the seven seas looking for a new beginning it makes no sense my heart belongs to Breda' In August 2002 I moved to Curaçao, leaving my heart and soul behind in my hometown Breda. The moment the airplane landed on the airport of Curaçao, I felt I had lost everything that had belonged to me. I felt rejected and lonely. |
Meaningless2002 |
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'I think therefore I exist. I thought so. Then I thought of my footsteps in the sand, they were here a moment ago and now they are gone' I was in a strange land filled with strange people obeying strange rules. Everything I knew had no meaning here. I was clueless, I was meaningless, I was reduced to nothing. |
Taking control2002 |
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'I have a world inside me, dark and obscure, silent and still. Enter you cannot; thorns are guarding my soul. But should you wish to visit, bring your patience and be reassured; for this world of mine, kills only time.' Words were my way of taking control of my life again. I had to structure what had happened, to understand me. |
Posters2002 |
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'Right where the turquoise heaven hits the turquoise sea Curaçao lies catching rays.' First I made posters, supporting them with an underscore lining. The posters did not need support... I did. |
The first postcard2002 |
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'Curaçao has it all: a turquoise sea, white beaches, burning sunshine... the only thing missing is you!' My first attempt to create a postcard. I sent this one to the Netherlands and was critizised for the copy. Nobody likes to be burned by the sun... I wasn't there yet. |
A postcard that could sell2003 |
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Besides the text I wasn't satisfied with the picture. It did not say 'come to Curaçao'. When people in the Netherlands think of Curaçao they think of a blue sea, a white beach and a cloudless sky. A trash can is not part of that thought. |
The best selling postcard2003 |
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Since my arrivel on Curaçao I have been extremely busy: I need to find shells, build sandcastles, teach the fish how to swim, help the clouds whoosh by, no to mention the sun and the sea... ... I am sure you will understand, I will be here for another while! After three years this is still the best selling postcard of Memento Vivi. For more information: http://www.postcards.an |
