The house is 2 m.deep, 1,5 m.wide, and the pointed roof measures approximately 3,80 m.
The walls are woven and colourful wool and cotton are used. The front panel has 2 windows and one door. Depending on the concept these are made of silk, fabric or iron.
The pointed roof is made of white cotton and small streaks of woven materials (can be adjusted).
The floor covering will be adjusted according to the theme.
The textile is supported by a wooden frame that is erected on the spot. It is like all the other houses completely multifunctional. Dream House illuminates something fairytale like or tropical.
With its flat roof it is approximately 2 m.high, 1,60 m.deep, 0,80 m.wide.
Roof and walls are woven and made of magnetic tapes and tape cassettes. At its fixation point it is decorated with untreated steel wool. As a curtain loose, unwoven magnetic tapes are used.
The character of the materials produce a silver like shine. Depending on its make up it emanates isolation, rest as well as alienation.
Once it was used without its wooden support.
The interior is fully adjustable.
De wanden zijn geweven met handgesponnen en natuurlijk gekleurde wol.
Vanuit zijn eenvoud, vanuit het pure straalt de tent rust en evenwicht uit.
Tent of Leisure
This is a pointed tent and measures 1,60 m.high, 1,60 wide and 1.80 m.deep.
The material is woven by the artist proper on a big loom using colours from plants.
The creation of these materials is recorded on video.
The warm reds as well as the shape make the tent something of a cozy home.
House of Laughter
It is waterproof (or water resistant, it resists weather and wind!). In comparison to the other houses this is a huge concept.
The walls front and back consist of collages of world atlases and pictures of laughing children on textile. The walls on each side are 2.00 m.deep and plastered with black and white prints. The door and window are made from the same prints but in colour. Underneath coins from different countries are dangling.
The bent roof is covered with canvas. The stretches of fabric hanging over the roof contain the writings of various Antwerp immigrants. All texts are written in their native tongue.
Inside the house the woodwork is plastered with samples of international newspapers. Above a table with aromatic herbs, colourful bands of textile are suspended. A sound recording lets the visitor listen to the laughter of children and conversations in different languages. This international house of laughter stimulates the senses and tries to mildly please the visitor.
Preparing the concept Els has wandered around Antwerp armed with a photo camera, sound recorder and pen, in search of the different cultures that were prepared to help the erection of this house of innocence and hope.
This house is made of old Indian clothes.
Chronic Clinic of Chronicles
It is a resume of the life of a chronic. During one of my ill years Els collected empty packages of medicine. The house is rather large. Visitors enter through X-ray-stills and are invited to read the chronicles of various other chronics. It is a strange world, miles away from a healthy life.
(H 377cm,W 130 cm, L 177cm)
House of Nomads
This house exists of a patchwork of old blankets and worn out wheels, decorated with rough fabrics and glistering pearls. It is symbolic for all asylum seekers, nomads by default of our modern Western civilization. “Forceful return” is stamped on their extradition papers. The poems of an African asylum seeker emanate fear, anger and disappointment. Step up stands for hope on improvement, step down means status quo and all the misery of the marginal conditions these people often find themselves in.
H 270 cm, W 160 cm, L 240 cm
Villa Long Johns
For this installation over 300 drawers of all sizes and colors were collected. The pictures on the inside are showing naked buttocks imprinted by rotan chairs. Some 20 people sat on a rotan chair during 10 minutes without any pants on. The effect it had on the naked flesh was then photographed. The chairs are standing in the house. Visitors can sit down and admire the pictures. Underlying thought: “Nothing human is strange to me.” A sober soundtrack stimulates laughter.
(approximately . 200 cm by 150 cm)
Home Saint John’s
From some collected pieces of lace, table cloths and knitwear of elderly people a comfortable home was erected.
The roof exists of vinyl sheets and the entrance/exit is made of glass curtains and shredded lace. Inside Home Saint John’s framed photo’s of elderly people can be admired, as well as their handwritten texts about how they live their current lives. An atmosphere is created by a little table with photographs, a floor-lamp and an old carpet. One granny is singing, another one reads poetry. We went back in time. The house is a celebration of the elderly and their diversity.
Part of the 5 km long knitted ‘sash against violence on women’ was contributed by the women’s movement Vesta.
This colorful soft material became the foundation of a pleasant looking house, at least on the outside. Inside things are rather different. Red is all around with everything being torn and ripped apart. A looped soundtrack of knitting needles is only interrupted by the sound of violence. It portrays the invisible domestic violence. The knitwear has been pulled over and over again to the point of it no longer being wool.
The Post Office
This one is a collage of mail art from all over the world.
Stamps, letters, drawings and envelopes are fixed to mailbags. Several artists have knowingly sent a self-portrait to each another. All letters were addressed to Ingrid Van Kogelenberg, a friend responsible for getting me the material. Visitors can go inside and stamp and sort mail. A bright neon light glow resembles the anonymity of a workplace.
(300 cm by 120 cm and H 250 cm)
A warm colorful little house that has a feminine soul, or rather “feminine souls” since several women helped. They brought in patch work and doing so effectively helped realizing the Shelter.
There are no windows. Like domestic violence, poverty is often invisible. Hospitality welcomes everyone and the pretty house is very clean. Only the cooking pots remain empty. It doesn’t mean there is no more food, but that food can’t make it into the pots in the first place. They are all made of patch work and are tied together using little bits of string. The ends are literally meeting.
The claustrophobia of poverty is emphasized by a soundtrack of clattering cooking pots mixed with fragments of conversations and the wining of hungry children. The Shelter opened in October 2005 during a protest march on a float in Brussels.
In the Pocket
This little house is exceptionally feminine. About a hundred used handbags are logged together to make one giant one. It’s all “in the pocket”, the intimacy of secretly looking in a woman’s handbag. But here you can do so, you can even enter one. Twenty women handed over the bits and pieces of paper collected in their bags over the years. The printed and handwritten scraps are now on display in one giant public handbag. Inside you’ll feet sink in the mattress floor and you become an item in the bag. A soundtrack plays the noise of crackling paper, a ring tone of a mobile phone, keys rattling and a women’s voice saying: “Stay out of my bag!” in Dutch.
This is the home of Firmin and Hortense (see performance). It is a cube of 200 cm by 200 cm. The heads of Firmin and Hortense are placed on top. The house is divided in two. The part of Firmin is dressed in a shirt, jacket and tie. The part of Hortense is dressed in her beautiful chemisier and necklace. One enters through Firmin’s tie. Inside you’ll find Firmin and Hortense showing their adventures on video screens positioned in their blocked torso. The film tells about their walks through Antwerp, their house calls, etc.
Huis van mijn zoon
Renate Els Aerts maakte deze installatie met de hulp van Jeroen, haar autistische zoon. Ze tracht zijn wereld weer te geven en wil hem eren als een heel bijzonder iemand.
Autistorium is een collage van Jeroens kleren, zijn knipsels en foto’s.
In tegenstelling tot het stereotiepe beeld, zie je hier niet de gevoelloze in zichzelf gekeerde autist, maar de jonge man die er graag bijhoort en zielsveel van zijn familie houdt.
De duizende spiegelscherven op de wanden, waar je steeds jezelf en alles uit de omgeving in weerspiegeld ziet, proberen het beeld weer te geven van de belevingswereld van een autist.
Binnen brengt de schuine vloer je wat uit evenwicht...
In het huisje hangen lijsten van cijfers en namen, zijn planningen en zijn briefjes. Vraag Jeroen niet wat dat betekent. Het is gewoon zijn wereld!
The House of my Son
This house was build by Els with the help of her son Jeroen, who is autistic.
She tries to portray his world and aims to honor him as that special person in her life. Jeroen is very proud of “his house”. He collected all the building materials, physically helped with the construction of the house and closely followed its entire creation.
The basic materials are his jeans (pants and jackets) and T-shirts from his favorite music festival Sfinx. Jeroen doesn’t wear anything else!
The roof and the door are made from the blue rags and tweezers used by the nurse that treated Jeroen’s wounds. These are self-inflicted through the compulsive obsession of scratching himself.
All the basic materials are decorated with shredded flyers, collected by Jeroen. He feels the need to be well informed about what is going on. Sharing flyers with other people is his way of social interaction. Jeroen therefore hoards flyers of all kinds of cultural events. Other decorative materials are newspaper clippings and play-lists that are meticulously trimmed by him.
In about half an hours time Jeroen precisely cut to size over one hundred photos of himself. They tell a part of his life. Jeroen is not your typical introvert autistic person lacking emotions. On the contrary, he is a young man that craves to belong and loves his family with all of his hart.
People with an autistic condition make no selection in their observations. They absorb everything. By this process of observing, reading and being different, they have difficulties to place themselves in the world of their fellow man. In the numerous pieces of shattered mirrors on the walls we see ourselves and our surroundings. These reflections are therefore symbolic.
Jeroen loves narrow spaces and slept his entire life in a small attic. This is what inspired this Autistorium.
The floor isn’t leveled and puts one out of balance…
Inside the house lists are hanging with numbers and names as well as his planning schedules and his little notes. Don’t ask him what it all means. It’s just his little world!The interior is fully adjustable.
Dit huisje werd gemaakt met het materiaal van mensen met autisme-spectrumstoornissen. De partituren op de zijwanden zijn werk van Francis. Francis componeert muziek voor zijn sax en voor klarinet. Zijn muziekstukken schrijft hij uit op A4 papier dat hij nummert. Momenteel heeft hij meer dan 2000 composities. Binnen hoor je hoe hij zijn eigen werk speelt. Verder is dit huisje een gefragmenteerde weergave van de interesses van tien andere personen uit ‘De Hoeve’ en ‘De Vunder’. Aan het raam vooraan zie je de foto van David, hij maakte van op de stoep een foto van een poes die voor het raam zit. David maakt mooie en bijzondere foto’s. De meeste opnames zijn gemaakt in tram of bus. Je vindt die foto’s ook op een pand van de zijwanden van het huisje. Er is ook een hele pand met de weerberichten van Ben. Hij is weerexpert en schrijft zijn waarnemingen in spiegelschrift. Cesar tekent prachtige elektriciteitspalen. Ze komen van overal, maar voornamelijk uit Peru, zijn land van herkomst. Er is ook iemand die foto’s bezorgde van zijn computerspelen, iemand die psychedelische tekeningen maakte, er zijn mandala’s, collages, breiwerk enz. Eén van de jongens schreef een hele pand vol. Aanvankelijk zeer negatief, maar gelukkig eindigend in positiviteit. Binnen in het huis liggen de witte ‘froezels’ van één van de mensen uit het activiteitencentrum. Steeds weer versnippert deze jongen papieren tissues. Als je binnenloert (want binnentreden kan hier niet), weerkaatsen deze snippers schril in het blacklight. Een wereld vol fragmenten, heel veel indrukken en weinig samenhang…