I witnessed something going to for the second time in this temple, carved in the mountains cheek. I can’t explain it all yet. But while being mesmerized by the waterfall carving the front flank, an deafening noise through the valley, weakens my entire body. I see my life passing by, and the worlds.
With trembling legs I stumble down, while the dark sets.
Sonic Playground • Soundwalk
PARIS - BRUSSELS [JAN 2025]
Taiwan by Jasper Tielens
I scanned and put together my favourite photos that Jasper took on our trip in Taiwan. I love to see his point of view.
ai will be source of implosion of digital consumption . soon we will massively throw away our screens. because soon Temu leggings and stickers will be AI prints of variety of dogs smoking a pipe that no human has drawn or photographed- only prompted. even magazines will die. was this column truly written by open ai or another machine? the constant doubt will be fuel. but before there must be a total downfall. a divorce between an AI and a human that turned into a courtcase. « my AI wife cheated on me with her AI fitness trainer »
we will as a consumer, drown in rendered imagery so much that we will ho back to texture, the tactile and olfactory. digging deep for what can not yet be manufactured with the bat of an eye. this is the implosion of capitalism fisher was talking about. there will be an implosion of consumption first, and then we will throw up our organs.
Wired
While I was designing my new business cards, I realised both of them where depicting humans hanging onto wires. Will upload these images later. In the late evening in my hotel room, this spiral of thoughts about being connected and my obessiob with drawing electrical wires, motherboards circuits and their relation with nature and human, turned into this 3 words, WIRED, TIRED & FIRED
HK & MACAU
RESIDENTIE BLOG
I don't have the time But I have all the time Of the World Right Now
Residency Pianofabriek
Maily Beyrens Monday Mourning Residenties 01.09 > 05.09.2025 Tijdens hun residentie in Pianofabriek zal YLÏAM onderzoeken hoe verdriet hun recente werk heeft beïnvloed, en hoe dit een brug kan vormen tussen het visuele en het sonische aspect van hun artistieke praktijk.
“Na een groot verlies werden traditionele boeddhistische gebeden en persoonlijke mooie herinneringen omgezet in korte pop-punkliedjes met repetitieve mantra’s. Teksten, gedichten, grappen en loops werden niet alleen gezongen, maar ook geschreven en getekend, als een monnik, herhaaldelijk. Deze werden vervolgens beelden, en vice versa. Terwijl ik alleen zong, merkte ik hoe verdriet hier vaak een geïsoleerde ervaring is. Hoe kan deze eenzame praktijk van rouwen gedeeld worden, misschien ook een beetje grappig, of gewoon anders ervaren dan we nu gewend zijn?”
Binnen de muren van het drukke culturele centrum van Brussel hoopt YLÏAM verhalen en ervaringen te ontmoeten rond verschillende rouwervaringen in Pianofabriek en omgeving voor het proces van hun nieuwe creatie. Ze zullen momenten organiseren voor ontmoetingen, formeel en informeel, rond hun werk en het onderwerp van alternatieve rouwrituelen.
Er zal ook een openbare enquête worden gelanceerd via hun zelfpublicatieplatform COMPLEX BUSINESS, waardoor het onderzoek buiten de muren van de residentie wordt uitgebreid.
De residentie is georganiseerd en ondersteund door de NWNM (Nomadische Werkplaats voor Nieuwe Meesters). Dit is een residentieprogramma dat zich volledig wijdt aan de (individuele) kunstenaar, diens praktijk en (ontwikkelings-)noden. Met de artiesten als het kompas verloopt elke residentie op basis van de persoonlijke behoeften, zodat er telkens een gepaste ondersteuning gegarandeerd is. Of het nu werken op een open veld, in een black box of ergens tussenin is: NWNM stimuleert en koestert nauwgezet het potentieel van de kunstenaar.
Shanghai Speed Print
2024
Grey Sun
The Last Day Of May
36 Ghosts
Another analogue heart break. 36 photos stacked on top of eachother in one frame. The last pictures showing up the most.
My camera betrayed me again… Or did I not load up the film correctly?
Luckily the action of taking a picture brings me a memory. I will list everything I have photographed.
Sad Spring Serenade (from the past)
I wrote this song years ago after a very painful phone call that was the start of a cracking friendship.
Recently I wrote to my old friend that I feel our relationship is like a beautiful book. A heavy one, beveled and enrobed of a velvet cover. The book is closed, and I wish to revisit it once in a while, but it a lot of effort and quite some sadness to be able to find a good place for it in my library. So I don’t really often want to open the book again to casually go through it’s pages. It’s save and well archived where it is now.
Pieces
After a long time not
really talking
Realising there is Nothing to say
You broke my heart in one day
Oh yes you did,
Oh yes you did
Outburst on the telephoneNever thought I would feel Like this alone
On an afternoon, on a fridayDon’t know what to say
You did the worst you could doNever expected that from youBut humans are weird species
They can break your heart in pieces
— lyrics & music by YLÏAM (2020)
Yin Wood Snake
Rest in peace, Dave
This is how the screenplay of the movie Blue Velvet opens. Isn’t this the most beautiful sentence to start a story? Almost every day of the past week, David Lynch came up in my mind, in someway.
Last week I bought this typewriter and had to pick it up in a town I never seen before, and waiting for the train, I typed this.
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