Of course, one never knows what one will decide in the very last minute, but I dare say after two months of hard working: 'my exhibition is coming into shape'. It turns out that two months is a perfect period for being decisive and having time to contemplate at once.
To be honest, I wasn't that convinced about it at all in the beginning (half of october). Joop (Stoop) from RC de Ruimte had invited me to come to work in their new projectspace. I would be their pre-resident - a great offer.
I didn't have anything in particular in mind when I started working in IJmuiden and I felt a bit frozen. I knew IJmuiden would be the right place for me.

There's a lighttower at the end of the street. My first days consisted of staring at this lighttower.
There it was, unmoving. Frozen.
There it was, unmoving. Frozen.
I had loads of working-space, 70 square meters - something I'd been dreaming of in ancient times. There it was, a present and I didn't really understand how to unwrap. I kept on thinking: "it's to early for this. I want to be at home reading a book".
my first drawing in IJmuiden
Joop said: "Just do your thing." He was right. That's all there is about making art. Just doing your thing. But after my exams last summer at art school I'd completely lost the feeling about 'my thing'. Walking in the Scottish Highlands after these exams made it even worse: it made me realise that what really matters in life is walking in the Scottish Highlands, putting one foot before the other. Maybe drinking a fine single malt whisky afterwards. Having some hearty meal in a pub. Next day walking again. I didn't want to get back to sea-level afterwards.
"Relax. Just do your thing". Aha.
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Also, I was hunted by a variety of thoughts, all beginning with the words: "This space is big enough to...."
O. There it was: my key. I just to decided to build a thing that would be too big for a smaller space.
That's how I started.
A bit reluctant in the beginning, maybe. But soon enough my days started to fill with 'being busy' in stead of 'staring at the lighttower'. But still: something was mumbling somewhere.
Then, one fine morning I discovered my new neighbour, Hamid (el-Kanbouhi). He had moved into the neighbouring space and, looking at his work, in one single view I saw the reflection of the things that matter to me when it comes to making art. Suddenly I understood what it meant, "doing your thing", and I realised that I had been doing my thing. I only hadn't felt so sure about it. In Hamid's work I saw that he was the master of his doing. I realised that I, me, was the only master of my work (haven't we heard this before?). I rediscovered how to breathe. Kick start. Vrrrrroooommmm.
Of course, from time to time, I still doubt about 'what is right'.
I want firmness, consistency (heigh ho! The opposite is part of it, too)
I want playfulness (cramp is related to that!)
I want so much more (and sometimes I see the work of other artists and it makes me feel so small - but actually: what is wrong about small?)
And that is that.

Uhuh.
There's a swoosh in the air.
Oh. And you're most welcome to have a look at Dokweg 37 on 6 (17.00), 7, 8, 9 or 10 january (13.00-17.00) 2010. Have a chat with Hamid or Joop or me.