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Marieta Reijerkerk (1962)

Here is what mrs Reijerkerk says about her art:

In my art, I find inspiration in my travels to various countries, including China, Mongolia, Honduras, Mexico, and India. These lands fascinate me because the remnants of the past are not erased from daily life, but rather left in their raw and original state. This is in stark contrast to many European countries, where the past seems covered, tidy, and polished. I am intrigued by how people have lived and continue to live. Silent witnesses of human activities in the present, but especially in the past. The history that can be read in discoveries such as ancient shipwrecks on a beach in China, or the activities of nomads in India. I refer to them as ‘archaeological observations’ and the resulting work is a still residue. My impression of these observations is what I aim to convey to the rest of the world.

It is not that I actively seek inspiration during my travels. Things come my way and I begin to wonder what has happened here – and what will happen in the future. I capture my impressions with my camera or a quick sketch.

www.ftn-books.com has now the book on her collaboration with Jan Radersma.

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Jan Arends (1925-1974)

A first time to dedicate a blog to one of dutch almost forgotten poets who finished his life by jumping out of a window in 1974. The reason is a small portfolio of poems , illustrated by Jan Radersma who made illustrations with 10 of Jan Arends his poems.

With a compulsive drive, he scribbled one poem after another. Some of these poems were included in the collection Lunchtime Poems, which was to be presented on January 23, 1974 at Ko van Leest’s in Banstraat. But Arends was already familiar with the other side of success. Success was reserved for others. His mistrust of others had evolved into a paranoid hatred for any successful writer or poet who was rewarded or better compensated. He was allergic to the literary success of others, especially if they also made money from a job outside of literature.

Sitting behind his Adler typewriter, he lashed out at them. He frantically pounded on the keys. The little letters would splatter across the paper as if he were delivering blows to Remco Campert (“If Remco / refuses / to shake my hand, / Remco / does well. – If / I refuse / to shake Remco’s hand, / I am / a beggar.”), or to Harry Mulisch (“When / he mentions Kant, / he is missing / the point. // He lies like Heidegger. // He stays / in the belly / of Schiphol airport / when he / goes on a trip. // His heart beats / in the clock / of Américain”), or, not to be forgotten, “the beast Bernlef.”

In this unpublished poem, Bernlef is addressed with an ominous tone. Here, the poet Arends takes on the role of a poetic replica of the author of “Keefman”.

the below publication is now available at www.ftn-books.com

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Jan Radersma (1948)

No matter how long the journey, it starts with the first step. Visual For his artist Jan Radersma, his first steps were taken in Indonesia, and he regularly incorporates these steps into his work. Jan Radersma does this both literally and figuratively. In his work, he regularly returns to where he started, repeatedly returning to decisions he made early in the creative process. This creates layered paintings and works on paper that evidence a continuous series of movements and reflections until a stage is reached where each addition of more of the artwork detracts from the overall picture. Landscape is not a specific theme in Radersma’s work, but emerges gradually. “As we walk, all kinds of things appear. Then we see a certain light or a special color.” The shapes and compositions in the landscape are balanced on the border between abstraction and representation. It is converted into a work. Rather than staying on the safe side, Radersma pushes the perimeter into a very thin transition area. This creates works where landscapes and abstract forms sit side by side.

www.ftn-books.com has recently added multiple titles on Radersma.