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not titled monoprints oil on paper summer 2018
Scanning some new work to be. small gestures on transparant paper, both front and back with stitching.
My... Life... The context? The... Way of it... It is changing, and I am curious...
And I don't know where it is heading, but I feel exited. As well as extremely tired. Schiedam, 04.03.18
Antwerpen, 01.03.18 Perhaps I am not the one who is wrong. That would be nice for once. I am also thinking about the new exhibition and I wonder if I can make a black painting. I wonder if... I can handle a black painting. I wonder many things at the same time, meanwhile I had eyeliner on.
Induction is a scandal because things change – on different timeframes and scales, but on every timeframe and every scale, eventually. Thus, no solution to the problem of perception is final.
Three Forms of Meaning and the Management of Complexity by Jordan B Peterson
Paris, 05.02.18
I find myself waking up from the noise from wich I felt embeded because of being acustomed to my tinitus.
Today I am making a journey back home, which sounds promissing. It feels reverse. I leave a so called holliday behind my back but in fact I feel like the holliday is about to start. Don’t get me wrong, using the term “holiday” I am not refering specifically to a period of rest. I am refering to being in an alien place, I just don’t know any other word for it yet.
I am in Paris, and oh boy I would have never dreamed to have a life like this. Next to me a bussiness lady is having her skype meeting while I just had some food and enjoy my coffee. That’s right, I am sitting at startbucks and should feel guilty. No, no, I heard I should feel guilty. But I don’t.
Although there is no password, wifi connection demands me to log in with my email and name, because of past evens in the city.
Going back “home” is weird, since I am feeling so much more home as I am abroad, with my love, but also when I am on the go. To go back “home” means to me, to go back to the faces I know so well and are starting to fade because I have not seen them in a week and a half.
There is no actual home I am returning to, I keep on moving forward to new places.
Nantes, 30.01.17
It feels like, I have nothing to prove to anyone. Great That is just great... When resolution feels like I have no reason to live. All right then, let’s write a new book.
But, I could also just continue the last one.
Why not, indeed!
Bergen, 09.12.2017
Longing For The Sea Inside Of Me 2016-2017 Cotton chrochet
Live concert with Noah Hallström on the 7th
My first solo exhibition.
Everything keeps changing and I am afraid I cannot keep up with it
me since 2016
New draft for artistic practice: exposing ones life for the sake of doing what you love (hmm... possible title indeed!)
Sónia Barreiro: the artist as economic nomad.
My work has been transitioning between live performance to new media. The problem of space and claiming space, both physically and mentally are subjects I encounter in my practice and private life. I have been quite interested in the subject how people can fit in a society that seems more interested in digital space, while at the same time the social structure itself is pushing people out of the system.
As an economic nomad, I find myself often out of space: currently I have no home again and my studio serves as my base. Yet here, I am in the “working area”. How do both of this conventions co-exist and how does a human being, relate and exists in such scenarios is something my work is all about.
The life space and the working space.
What is more important, working or living?
Art can be anything, but should life be anything?
I work mainly with performance and all the other media direct themselves into performance again.
My art and the art of perfect labor
Let’s see where this one is going.
As I personally struggle with the idea that I have to have a job to make money and to make art and money at the same time somehow does not fit together, I came up with the following idea. What if we as a species are just tired of being good at “work” (work meaning, the thing we had to train to then execute to make money and to have a so called life, to buy food, house, closes and coffee).
This idea just came up as I watched an interview from Tracey Emin, I had found yesterday in the library. Towards the end of this short dvd, she says something like her work not being meant to look like 70’s conceptual work and also her aesthetics are the result of the gesture of her work. With gesture, this is my personal interpretation, I mean for example “my bed” and here very simplified, there was a moment in which she looked at her life and herself and saw the state. The gesture occurs from that moment and the decision to place her bed in an art space. It was not meant to look like anything else than just what it is, with its multiple meanings and analyses. I find her work very analytical and because she is so sweet when she talks, one of my great examples.
So many words to explain things in the context of art...
My point was, if we have been struggling for centuries to become good (or masters) at our craft, it only makes sense now that artists, like myself, let the visual side of a specific piece become a secondary priority.
Sounds post-apocalyptic.
But with all the stuff/things/images/etc. we have, I think it is most necessary to let this element wander to a secondary position as the meaning of art and what we are looking in art is changing.
I have not found why money and art cannot co-exist in the same space for me personally but I am open for idea’s. Strangely enough, I am sometimes being paid to perform and so I wonder why this subconscious idea is still floating around.
Perhaps I could just let it go for now.
It often feels as if I arrived at my extended adolescence and entering mid-life crisis at the same time. Because in Egyptian times, I would be a grandma by now.
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To let go of something that dominates my life like this is quite hard. I wonder how other people, who are not in my environment, think about this. How could you accept the fact that you have to enter this weird structure of earning money. And the act of itself, to “earn”... as if we are not deserving already. This brings me down a path of feeling entitled for everything I don’t have.
But as angry as I may seem, I ... feel curious and stuck by this subject. It is terrible to hear interviews about artists who claim “I don’t do it for the money” or “It was never about money”. Of course not, the world was different back then and there was no one who already made “it” or realized or the dreams you contain.
We live in a time where everyone already realized our dreams.
We live in a reality where many people made money on things we do not expect to have wealth or value.
We live in a time, where humanity got bored of itself and there is not much to left to do that change 360 degrees and start something completely new.
There is definatly a lot to sort out inside my own head before I can make sense of all that is happening with and around me.
Mezmerised by an image of a waterfall, I question who I am. There was no answer. Just as how I am not sure if it actually was a waterfall. I saw chaos, beauty, fear and everything in between. I wished for more and I wished for it to disapear. And then, I was back at the reality that I am looking at a magazine. It was merely a book showing me something that does not exist. I felt sad and abandoned. The wish for this image to be true was a sign of hope and disapointment. I flipped the page and waited.
Happy Autumn
my location: Norway
date: 21.09.17
name of the day: Autumn Equinox
Because it is the start of a new season. Autumn is about the end of harvest and so there are different foods available. This should be important to us human, even with all the food we have available, to feel more connected to our surroundings and geographical location.
I remember in childhood, my primary school teachers used to give us a coloring sheet for every season. I remember the autumn the most because that was right at the start of the new elective year. It was rainy and leaves falling from the sky. And pumpkins. The area I grew up and the people I was surrounded with didn’t use pumpkins but I could relate because I saw them on the internet. Fast forward to my early adulthood, when I had my first apartment I started to visit the market to buy food and that is when I brought pumpkins home for the first time, because now I lived in a country where pumpkins where a thing... and they grow them! I also had a brilliant British friend who would give me tips and tricks to use them in the kitchen. I cannot explain how amazing the feeling was to see the vegetable in my home and how it made more sense to me than having random decoration for a random saint or “important day” I didn’t feel connected to. I am not saying history should be forgotten. I am not saying we should stop paying our respects to the people who fought to make our lives possible the way they are now. But I am saying we are not doing any justice to be passive pinguïns and disidentify ourselves from what is important to us, just because we “have been” celebrating a dude climbing down chimneys with red pants for 160 years. No one cares and we kill the hope of millions of children by telling them that “it doesn’t exist”.
If it doesn’t exist then it’s not important, right? Is it necessary to pretend to enjoy the worst days of the year? Hmm…i don’t think so.
What could we do to celebrate it?I don’t think getting your family is a good idea, because that should be spontaneous otherwise people feel obligated to do something just because it looks good to the society. Of course if that is what makes you truthfully happy go for it, I think it is important to share moments with the people you feel like being with at that moment.The focus should be also on the change that is occurring. We are back from summer holiday, most people travel. It is a good day to restructure your home or office. Not in an extreme way, but see it as a small version of the spring cleaning. Now you will be spend more time indoors, not only your own but also at other peoples homes. Make it easy for yourself to clean by getting rid of things and objects you don’t care for. Make space on tables and furniture to put candles on, for example. You are paying a lot of money and time to have a house so do celebrate your own space as well as the possibility you have to bring your dearest ones there too.
I think to celebrate anything is to learn about it. I could not have one day to be in the mood to do something, it would spread out the entire week probably. But it does inspire me to take a walk and notice how the trees and plants are changing. It inspires me to research into folklore and other activities or beliefs and see what people have been doing so far and to understand how we ended up doing certain activities for this day.
I never posted this image on instagram, yet it is super edited and croped. Time to move on, post and move on to a next thing.