The work, as always in my body of work, is about several things all at once.
First and foremost it is about being in touch with oneself (as an artist). Being honest with oneself, knowing oneself, recognizing and accepting oneself.
In addition, it is about removing oneself from the throne onto which the artist has been put on. Humanizing, breaking that cult of belief, the religion that surrounds the persona of the artist. I deliver a self-portrait in which I believe as an artist and subsequently crumple it up and seem to have thrown it away, my confident self crisscrossed and zigzagged with folds of paper. Kill your darlings.
Secondly I toy with language, which forms an important element in my body of work. I refuse to ‘explore’, ‘to question’, ‘to research’, instead I use a more direct form of expressing my thoughts and observations, a blue collar directness.
‘Ik Ben Miss’ , which I deliberately misspell, is a text which I use to refer to the current debate on gender, queerness, gender equality.
I approach ‘miss’ in different ways to express my thoughts. I bring the different meanings and layers in direct dialogue with one another.
Am I wrong? Am I wrong should I identify as a woman being a male gender? Am I wrong being a miss and not a mrs? Are we wrong as social species, as humans? The use of the phrase is a refusal to obey to social norms, etiquette that seems to have brought more distress and exclusion than embracement and a feast of diversity.
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