fine artist

Started with a sheet of wood. A square piece of birch plywood, with more than three layers. I had a number of them cut to size, 60 by 60 cm. Transported by bike, of course. I didn’t have a car back then. Before I started using them, I sanded the edges with sandpaper around a block of cork.

Then the chicken wire. Chicken wire on a roll. A piece unrolled, cut off and deformed with work gloves on – because lessons learned from deep scratches from a previous time. Folded, bent, fought with. Finally overcome, satisfied. About how it fit, on the wood.

The wire stapled. In many places. The stapler, of course, faltered from time to time. And a single staple was crooked. Had to go and find a pair of pliers to pull the damn thing out again. Grumble, grumble. Finally gave them all a convincing whack with a hammer.

Then cut strips of newspaper. Newsprint, unlike when I was younger, has not been easy to find …