Jan Gaudissabois

Jan Gaudissabois

    ‘I tap into chaos, abstract dimension, which spawns eternally, and disintegrates again, almost immediately, unpredictable. It clutches on, shifts, clutters, also my mind. I try to hunt it, frame it, tame it, sometimes long, blinded, confused. Reaching out further, deeper, always somewhere, regardless of the outcome, impulsive. Don't want to go there, feel uneasy, doubt, cover it up. Finally I settle in, comfortable, stroke it gently not to disturb it's fragile nature, nude, disintegrates again. Familiar faces turn up, offering an easy way out. But that is not what I want.’

9030 Mariakerke