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In this series of photographs of sculptures and statues I took during the years, you will find work of other artists during the centuries, from old Egyptian till modern times.

From Tutankhamun [1300 BC], to Zeus [or is it Poseidon; no-one knows for sure], the suffering of Jesus in pilgrimage city Santiago de Compostela, Spain and crazy contemporary work like the ones of Daniel Mellors.

Two steel faces of shop window dolls, which show, from my perspective cold steel futuristic humanoids, dressed in tight business suits. An African mask from the collection of the Tropical Museum in Amsterdam, the Netherlands. Balinese art shows a strong and fearful warrior God, but also shows the most feminine and elegant sculptures, to highlight the fine handicrafts from that area in the world.

From an elegant feminine face up to the distorted sculpture of a clam digger, made by the Dutch abstract expressionist artist Willem de Kooning [1904 – 1997].

Daniel Dellors’ Giant Bum shows us the face of a machine made man, a bleak futuristic sculpture of a world devoid of any humanism, the image of the world as a machine, the radars of the wheel of time implemented in our brains, eyes spread wide open in surprised fear that speak: Why did we travel these ways though time? Why do we think the world is a machine and why do we mirror ourselves in it and want to become like that? Why are we merging into an electronic device? Is this world electric? Daniel is not my friend electric and not my middle name. Show me something really human, Daniel. Something that’s making me feel warm inside, instead of cold as steel. I really do not want a trip inside of your head, Daniel. Humanity does want that either and you as a co-creator, can’t you think of something else?

How different society was in the days of the Egyptian pharaoh Tutanhkamun. In those years and in that specific culture the ruler of the country was a young man, seen as a God, a descendant of the Golden Sun that brightens up our world. He, the representative of divine powers, embalmed in his grave, covered in gold. For thousands of years he was lying there in his tomb, hidden in the Valley of Kings near Thebes [Luxor], to be discovered by the Englishman Howard Carter in 1922. This most outer body cover is now exhibited in the National Museum in Cairo. So pretty and not fearful at all to look upon. The marvel of it is not to be put into words. Not one other sculpture comes close to this.  

For years I wore an Anhk Key necklace, the Egyptian Key of Life, until I lost it swimmimg, years and years later, in the coral Red sea near Sharm el Sheikh, Egypt. So I had to buy a new one. There is something within Egyptian mythology that’s so much closer to what we really are, than all kinds of modernity that keeps pushing us into a more and more machine like distorted state of being.

Sculptures and statues presented here are all about the human condition through the ages. That’s why I photograph them just as I love to portrait men and women. When I see an interesting statue outside on the streets or in a museum [Yes, I studied museology] I just have to portrait it, taking time, looking for an angle or detail that’s up to my kind of style.

Like the Golden One I took in the year 2000 in Bangkok at the Royal Grand Palace. It’s name: Kinaree [Wat Phra Kaew]. Such a gentle human face, full of understanding, warmth, this mixed being between swan and woman. It’s posture and it’s hands. Dignity passes by. Divine mythology!

Of course this overview cannot be without one where Jesus is suffering in the arms of Maria, his mom. What a kind of tragedy that was [if it ever was] in human history! And how pathetic either; his ambitious crumbling into pain. If I take all the past -, current – and future pain of the world on my shoulders and if you believe in me thou shall never suffer again, that was one of his dogma’s. And so pretentious as well, if you ask me. I never wore Jesus round my neck. Never felt like being crucified. Never ever will feel like that. I am more the resurrection kind of guy, because I was on my knees too many times in life already. And I do not believe in suffering either, just as it is in Buddha’s teachings. Life is love. Don’t forget that simple lesson. Just don’t hang in it anymore / on that cross, humanity. What a loss of the capacity of being human that is.

Shine as the sun, but don’t burn your neighbor.

Another hefty one is Botero’s Rape of Europe, which is inside an Athenian office of the Bank of Pireaus, which also depicts the current state of society. Black as a starless night, the hardest stone; exactly as the money world functions. Says enough, that this one is in a bank office downtown Athens, doesn’t it? Raping Europe or what? Why does this dark view draw a curtain before our eyes and do we keep buying that kind of fraud from the banking industry?

Yeah, give me happy stuff. Make beautiful art or make art beautiful is my credo. Like the Jockey of Artemision [150-146 B.C.] at the Archeological Museum of Greece, also in Athens. Well, that’s a piece of pure beauty! It’s still ultra modern, if you ask me, this racing horse and this small kid on it’s back in fiery attack. That was a period in human cultural expression when they knew how to sculpt. Does not come much better than that.

And the one I took near the city of Lviv In Ukraine, The Riders From the Storm, whats kind of horse riding is that!

I am loving angels too and the deliciously juicy breasts of the Hindu Gods. Perfect in bronze and stone and pretty!

What about these young girls immortalized in doors of graves at the Central Cemetery in Athens, Greece? Breaks my heart to see these girls torn away from life at such a young age.

Anyway, tell me what you find of these works. Wish it inspires you to become a sculpturist. Maybe one day I’ll give it a try too, but as a kid I was pretty bad at that.

And, not at least, the statue of the Dutch writer Multatuli [1820-1887] and the one of philosopher Spinoza [1631-1677]. These are chosen because they are the two most brilliant writers the Netherlands have ever known. Their works and ways of thinking are teaching me how to be as an artist. Would love to have a trip inside their heads. These statues are impressively good. Spinoza as well as Multatuli were forced to leave narrow-minded Amsterdam because of their opinions, this so called capital of freedom.

What a joke that was.