Det Digit Art

My father warned me about disappearing into others, letting their voices echo. Why not just reckless chuck it all and disappear?

Tracks are made by surfing. I start a new artwork with a blank canvas, focusing more on my emotions than events.

My dream of an invisible island. The start of a new experience. The beginning of heaven and earth, of cold and blood.

If there is no food let’s eat wind. Enjoy the simplicity of life. No rush, just a silky transition. Come and drink tea with me.

Let’s open more windows in our minds. I want to be a wanderer without roots in the land of the angry wind, surrounded by emptiness.

What we need is absurdism and toying with impossibilities. Able to sob so sweet, blowing fresh air into our longs and hearts.

Up to the edge of the world with Claris. If our heart can feel pain it can feel joy too. Reach out, take hold of the beautiful moments…

Carnival, dance, forget your problems for one day. Feel the Caribbean culture. Let’s have fun at least tonight. All forms miss perfection.

My landscape smells like sun and blood. Let us hug each other. “Start your own journey in life, the road will be full of adventure.”

On the edge of chaos my brain is working optimally. White walls, icy mirrors, white sheets and pillowcases, white curtains.

I can reach my goal, almost every goal, by pushing myself to the limit. But my cold body, how can I keep it mine.

Love for life is a power no earthly human can ignore.

Tomorrow will be a mighty day. I will enter the real world of Claris for a few days.

Altruistic parental love but at the same time my parents’ home is like a prison. I want to break free and go my own way. Far away from…

Listen to our cries and our laughter. Beautiful words moving from brains to brains.

Enjoy beautiful ‘virtual’ worlds. In the future everything will be software. Data multiplies faster than genes.

GUESTHOUSE ON TOP OF THE WORLD No longer the victim of an illusion. Our new home will be a melting pot of globetrotters and solitaries.