Wim Vonk Entrance with Emergency Exit, on going installation


Wim Vonk (left to right) Australien Memories, Faustus


Wim Vonk, moviebox selection 1-4


Wim Vonk (left to right) Head 1, Hommage to Hercules Seeghers, Head 2, 2007-2010


Wim Vonk, Light Organ, 1997-2010

Wim Vonk

[Static movement....moving downtime] Continiously flowing to find the balance that will ultimately dismantle.

Wim Wonk draws every day, day in day out, year in year out. Drawing for him is breathing and thinking. The culmination of this practice has resulted in a kind of freedom that is not frequently seen, this allows him to work within boundaries that were previously unacceptable... The language of drawing that Wim uses is incomparable to what the concept or meaning is.... The pure wonder of creating sculpture. Art and Anti-Art, Worthiness, Effort, Form and non-Form, Harmony and Paradox.

All of these thoughts of practice has allowed a certain amount of freedom for Wim to use whatever medium he sees fit to interpret his message.

The three dimensional work of Wim has grown in a very organic way since the 80's, especially in his personal allotment, that later developed to consume the walls of his house on the PH kade with his son Tom between 1998 and 2006. Coffee machines, lighting systems and all of the most extraordinary items formed a caleidascopic whole whereof the sound also played a major role.

In the warehouse in Weesp everything is let loose: there are various mills to be seen: hanging, attatched to the walls, fixed to a former work bench, to the ground, to a filing cabinet... When Klaas de Jonge arrived with his unique collection of African Art and craft a very real idea of music became apparent: every African artifact, every found object, whether inherited or simply discovered found a new existence.

A continuous stream of images large and small, funny or with a darker tone... (even a perished young bird found its given place)... together with a golden chain from Marja and a toy tractor from Tom and the front door of the next door neighbour, The drawingpin from Sweden, and of course a random keyboard. Everything has its specific place, and it all fits like a glove, everything communicates or talks with one another... then the scene judders... then the creation moves and everything tumbles upon it works better, Continiously flowing to find the balance that will ultimately dismantle.

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