Toc Fetch

Graphite on paper.

Exceeding the veracity of photography 

by poeticizing the three dimensional.

I dreamt I was so big I ate the world.

It is rare for a friend 

to know exactly what you need 

even though it is so simple 

that it comes close to being 

unthinkable.

My friend met a man 

while waiting for her friend

outside of a bar 

who started chatting to her 

and gave her a book.

A book he wrote himself.

A book about dreams. 

My friend was invited for dinner 

at our place 

and did not know

 I was under the weather. 

She looked at me 

and realized I was sad, 

so she grabbed this book 

out of her bag 

and gave it to me.

It was the warmest moment since christmas 1995.

Thank you Amara.

While you were hiding....

While I was sleeping, 

somebody sneaking, 

brought you to life. 

Then one afternoon, 

on the day after fool moon, 

I saw a glimpse. 

I captured you.

I can make you an 'iron whatever'

I could write about my feelings towards these sculptures but the 'about us' section on the website of this artist is so to the point, I'd much rather quote it as a solid description of these creations.

"I have been doing iron art for 15 years now. I specialize in trees and cacti but can do any sculpture within reason. Please contact us to get an estimate on what your dream iron sculpture would look like (don't tempt us...). 

I specialize in using horse shoes and rebar for base materials but can use any iron base materials (exciting...). Drop us a line today using the Contacts page and let us know what you are looking for."

Pimp my trash can, Baby.

We all like to get rid of our trash, but hate the big old waste bins. They smell, they are ugly and often unfriendly to the eye. As a consequence, a serious problem arises in society: an esthetic disturbance a lot of people are conscious about, nevertheless very few act upon. Not to worry though, in 2010, wall paper street warriors are invading the curb walks of the metropolises, embellishing dumpsters with joyful prints. "Come glorify my waste giant, please."

The tear collector

As melancholy strikes before springtime and Virgin Atlantic goodbye dinners, I could not help but stumbling upon a discourse between Photographer Zack Bent and journalist Paul Schmelzer. The interview is about Bent's piece called Lachrymatory — a collection of his tears and the tears of his wife and children. 

Tears fall often in our house. Collecting them in the vial became a similar ritual to kissing a bump on the head. It became an act of love. This is a case where my art practice heightened the quality of our inter-family relationships and made physically manifest our maternal and paternal care giving … The title Lachrymatory comes from the ancient tear catching vials that were often filled by grieving widows. I collect a lot of tears as a father. The piece definitely memorializes mourning and weakness. The result of the collection is salt; an element of preservation.

If I was a mini me I would have mini eccentric chairs

I went to Saatchi Gallery and I picked my favorite chairs. 

Les voila'.