Scares the shit out of the shit

I dont like the shit word, at least fuck has better neural connections. But shit expresses better disgust and fear.

The truth is, you scare the shit out of me and I scare the shit out of you and life gets better apps but social life doesnt get better at all. And social is not a notion out there, disconnected from you and me.

But we say “shit, there’s nothing I can do about, better turn on netflix and play with my…” whatever it is you’re playing with. And it’s true, very few are cut to carry the banner of change. But even that person may look stupid, if nobody else follows him/her.

ok, too much now.

Remember “metadata”? It’s the stuff FB and Google and all the apps collect from us, because we offer them. And they turn that into money, into the pulse of this dying body called society.

What you could do, before turning on (better off!) the tv is blog and reblog news that scare you, words that tell about your anger and frustration. No need to write a story like this. Just type a list of words like “fuck you Trump” etc. The engines pick that up and the charts of anger go up and there’s a moment when at least the anonymous hackers and Mr Robot will act on that.
Hillary has people who pay for this info because she tries somehow to say the words you need to hear. Until she gets elected. There is no ending, sorry that Beyonce doesnt tell you about that: you need to fight for your life, for your well being, for the people you love, every day of your life.
And since the stuff you post online will remain longer than the plastic bags we throw away in forests (which is 300 years), at least the future will know that you have at least tried.


50x60cm oil on grouted canvas
inspired by one of the Fayum portraits, this man actually existed +/- 2500 years ago. It was a moving experience to paint him, my tribute to a face that refuses to be forgotten.


Exposure to (Human) Nudity

I’ve been to the naturist beach ever since I can remember. (that’s me, before color tv)

I saw naked children and adults long before my sexuality started to awaken.
When that happened, I took another mind lane, where nudity was private, intimate, sexual. But that view didn’t cancel my previous one.
Going to a museum I was never aroused by the nudity in art, I hear some people are.
Yes, I giggled when I saw National Geographic photos of African tribes and masturbated when I discovered Playboy. But that again, did not stop me from seeing the Male Nudity as far more than just pornography. Even bombarded by today’s presence of pornography, a naked body for me is first of all a free human spirit and form. When some friends visit, we get naked, because we do that as well on Naturists resorts. And none thinks of sex.

The children of the past, think Greek, Roman, Persian Empires, were certainly confronted with nudity from early ages: street slaves, servants, poor people, public baths, whole families living in 1 room.

In some paintings/drawings/statues I create the image of 2 nude men interacting in various forms, even “having sex”. If you want to step in my shoes and see through my own eyes, see it like this: the sex between men for me is the confrontation of manly power, in all forms. One man possessing another could actually represent the same man, at different stages in his life or in that particular moment.
Look behind the pornography, scratch the surface. If I wanted to show pornography, I ‘d hire some porn stars and take photos or make a movie. In my works, if you see an erect cock while ure looking at an erect cock, you miss quite a lot.

Im not a closeted man, Im not confused about my sexuality, I only feel a lot of people, in this day and age, being uncomfortable addressing the subject. It feels strange to me!
If some start psychoanalyzing me, I hope I helped them out with this post. Others, hope they’ll enjoy the images I create.