zaterdag 17 januari 2009
Are you reading me? Video poem by Laser 3.14 en Pieter Nooten
See the first video here: www.youtube.com
www.mobilevideonet.com
www.planetart.nl
www.pieternooten.com
vrijdag 16 januari 2009
JONESY WAS A CAT WHO WORE STRANGE COLOURS
A click
A flicker
I’ve trapped you poise in a moment of time
You won’t get withered over the passing of time
You won’t grow weak and old
As time unfolds
You move as sturdy as sturdy can be
You lift your top up gently
I can see far into your eyes
Deep trenched, blue
a dash of blight
dinsdag 13 januari 2009
Beau van Erven Dorens's "PIJN"
maandag 12 januari 2009
dinsdag 2 december 2008
" Is this seat taken?" opening; Sunday 7th December

Hello friends,
I'm writing to let you all know about the Zaishu Amsterdam exhibition opening this Sunday, which we have been working hard on for the last few months. Zaishu is an Australian-designed award-winning slot together seat/table. The project " Is this seat taken?" sees the furniture being used as a canvas by a diverse selection of international artists.
Painting, stencils, collage, tattoo designs, burning, silkscreen and tyre prints are a just few of the techniques used in the Zaishu Amsterdam project.
Twenty new limited edition Zaishu chairs, each standing as an unparalleled collectable artwork that also functions as furniture, will be exhibited and sold at furniture design store and artspace, Wilhelmina Winkel. This is a rare opportunity to see some of Amsterdam's progressive talents express themselves individually and collectively and for visitors to purchase a never to be repeated piece of collaborative art.
For more info check out: www.zaishu.nl and www.zaishu.com
Opening; Sunday 7th December, 4pm
Wilhelmina Winkel, Amsterdam
Exhibition runs 7th December - 31st January
I hope you can make it along!
Cheers,
Jennettemaandag 1 december 2008
THE RACE TO THE END OF THE WORLD
Sideways
Crutches
Pain in my arms and heals
I endure
Support
Water
I demure
My sore knees
Honour
Medals
Champagne and girls
I’m unbridled
Focused
Arms swing
Must win
the race to the end of the world
I am
Man
Forever uncurled
I run and run
Must win
The race to the end of the world
THE CLOAK AND THE DAGGER
Man do we need a new plan
Sounds bouncing off my helix
I’m trapped inside the hyperbole
of numerous existences
Trapped inside a parallax view
beyond the trappings of time
Her heart pillaged
the children of love inoculated
Love can be a dagger without rules
A hobo who’s really a rich man
At home he owns lots of stock
False prayers, a cloak and an old clock
Chiming at the same time
The begging bowl
s honour without owning a dime
“Saddle up boy,
this grass’s for sale
We’ll throw in a fence for free
If you own none”
Don’t you cry
poor inoculated child
this dagger pierces everyone




