Once, over a few beers, Annie Fletcher and I had this little idea. It was a pretty simple one, we wanted to make an art fanzine. Why? Because we were fed up with the status quo of art criticism. We wanted to do something different, namely make a publication for people, such as ourselves, who weren’t afraid to call a stone a stone, or a rock a rock. No more same ol’, same ol’, nope, this was a publication for art junkies. We called it “OCD”.
The creative juices sometimes come to you when you least expect. Who would have ever thought that separating a stock of t-shirts by size and color would result in some post-minimalism floor pieces.
Untitled (Waiting for Felix’s bird to fly into view).
Untitled (The incomplete sky).
Believe it, or not, these are the results of my trying to get to grips with a new camera. I suppose that in the land of Jacob van Ruisdael, it’s only natural to look upwards. If clouds over the Netherlands are of interest, then I recommend this text.
Temporary Person Passing Through 