Landscape Linoleum | 1998


Installation view at
Openluchtmuseum Beeldhouwkunst,
Middelheim Sculpture Park, Antwerp, Belgium


pools,  two heat lamps,
two circular concrete slabs, scaffolding,
17 Car bodies, blur rope, painted grass, and trees






I imagine the round earth, dark brown dirst and solid through. I am walking on the surface, the skin, shown to me.

This little patch, the park/garden in Middelheim has been resurfaced for generations, Each leaving their mark, their drawing; shaping the ground we walk/work on.

This canvas is not white.

I am walking over and in a fantasy garden – carefully mapped, orchestrated holding, framing, soem nature. Full of life. Over this map I plan a few marks to converse.

We make our world. Each one of us too. A privilege for a moment to have such a large canvas. marks so ... to speak to.

Close scrutiny

Under the magnifiying glass.

Drawn in the sand. Drawing attention. Small details. Grass like paint, a surface, skin, place of illusion. The park contains, gives rise to illusion, or story telling,
bracketing experience. Calm, tranquil, controlled nature.

More than a skin it seems a drawing. Like the children’s story Harold and the Purple Crayon. Where Harold draws the world around him as he wishes it to be.

This work draws/carves into the work of the park, expands the dialogue or the story. It uses the ‘real’ material of the grass, trees, earth, ‘sculpture’, to support a further flight of fantasy/fancy.

Flying down the horizon line arriving at a human spine. The two things being one, they conflate. Microscopic and universal. Near and far.