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Descending onto the green pastures of silliness.
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#guillaumebijl
June 18, 2025 at 6:00 PM
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“Guillaume Bijl was een meester van de verbeelding, hij zal hard gemist worden”
Een meester van de verbeelding, die hard gemist zal worden. Zo omschrijft de curator van het Middelheimmuseum de Antwerpse kunstenaar Guillaume Bijl. Die overleed afgelopen weekend. Veel van de werken van Bijl hadden een humoristische of absurde insteek. Zoals zijn werk Romeinse Straat, in het Middelheimmuseum.
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June 16, 2025 at 5:05 PM
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Farewell, Guillaume. Thanks for the memories.
June 15, 2025 at 9:29 PM
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Blurt seem overdue for a splashy feature in MOJO and/or Uncut, a box set, a documentary, a Ted Milton knighthood...
December 29, 2024 at 9:10 PM
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May 22, 2025 at 8:18 PM
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Zizi n’est pas une pipe.

#fountain
May 12, 2025 at 7:32 PM
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Terrible translation of Marcel Broodthaers’ famous poem by Elizabeth Zuba…
In the Siglio Press edition of My Ogre Book/Shadow Theatre/Midnight

“assent”?

O Tristesse envol de canards sauvages, O mélancolie aigre château des aigles"
May 12, 2025 at 6:56 PM
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Un coup de dés…
May 9, 2025 at 7:25 PM
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You have to manifest it first ?
March 14, 2025 at 7:03 PM
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Marcel Broodthaers.
AT THE ADVENTURE "If you look at yourself too much in the glass," my mother said, "you will see the devil and become just like him." Along the beveled edges of the mirror, I saw two times two eyes supine heading out over a glass raft. My mother is off in the distance now. Seated on the small and large sandbanks, the blue of her apron and garnet of her stockings merge with the water's colors. Over the brilliant waves, I traverse the present day mirror toward the world of the morning. I dream. I go along.
March 8, 2025 at 8:59 AM