INVITATION OPEN ATELIER - GUEST ARTIST LISANNE SLOOTS

"MENTAL LANDSCAPES” / “MENTALE LANDSCHAPPEN”

                        Drawing by Lisanne Sloots                                       Photograph by Jérôme Schlomoff

 

 For the weekend of Saturday 27th & Sunday 28th of January 2018 

Jérôme Schlomoff has invited Lisanne Sloots for a special joint exhibition.

Location: 

Label Impatience - Het Atelier Jérôme Schlomoff - Amsterdam

Lijnbaansgracht 66, 1015 GV, Amsterdam

Opening hours:

Saturday 27^th January: 14:00 - 19:00 / Sunday 28^th January: 14:00 – 17:00

Telephone: [phone] // 06 38 46 73 94

 

 “Mental landscapes”, Lisanne Sloots.

These landscapes were inspired by the material – charcoal on paper – and by my wish to draw more freely as I explored themes like skin, home, and heart. Here and there, the charcoal is combined with water and used as pigment; at other times, it serves as a tone, or drawing material.

All at once, surprisingly new things started happening on the paper, and I reacted to those, too. Drawings from life, flowing from my hand onto the paper. Moments, moods, thoughts took shape. Organic, powerful, vulnerable!

These drawings, together with my research into the different types of charcoal produced by different trees, and my artistic use of it, are presented here. My fascination for black and white, material, and trees, come together in this project.

 

“Mental Landscapes”, Jérôme Schlomoff.

I particularly like the “acheiropoietos” images. These images not created by humans. Here, mold on a wall. There, a stain of moisture on curtain, and each time a mental universe opens to our eyes creating landscapes, like so many forests, seaside, snowy mountains... It is a question of observation and interpretation of the world around us, and I like to capture these ghostly landscapes…

 

“Mentale Landschappen”, Lisanne Sloots.

Deze landschappen ontstonden vanuit het materiaal: houtskool op papier en de wens om vrijer te tekenen vanuit thema's als huid, huis en hart. Dan weer wordt het houtskool als pigment gebruikt opgelost in water, dan weer als toon of als tekenmateriaal, scherp en/of zacht.

Soms gebeurde er totaal verassende nieuwe dingen op het papier en reageerde ik daar weer op. Tekeningen die vanuit mij, vanuit het leven zo het papier op vloeien. Momenten, stemmingen, gedachten kregen vorm. Organisch, krachtig en kwetsbaar!

Deze tekeningen samen met het onderzoek naar de diverse soorten houtskool en het gebruik daarvan in het tekenen laat ik zien. Mijn fascinatie voor het zwart-wit, het materiaal en de bomen gecombineerd in dit project.

MORE INFORMATION   Lisanne Sloots   www.lisanne-sloots.nl

INVITATION OPEN ATELIER - GUEST ARTISTE HERWOLT van DOORNEN

Jérôme Schlomoff has invited Herwolt van Doornen for a special joint exhibition under the title

"The Angels Series”

Herwolt is active as a graphic artist and designer in Amsterdam since 1977. Through the years he has done many studies in black and white. In this case it's about his so called "Angels" he put out since 2008. Starting with sensitive lines in ink, moving to sharp cuttings in black and white paper, a special series of graphics has grown, from which a selection will be on display at Atelier Schlomoff coming mid December weekend.

Jérôme himself has, since 1993, challenged the tradition of portrait photography by aiming at portraying "Angels". The choice of the models, the quality of the light and the composition of the image together play significant roles for the intensity of the photographs produced. 

 

Herwolt, who graduated from the Gerrit Rietveld Academy as a graphic designer has since contributed to, among others: 

The New Yorker Magazine, the VPRO TV guide, Het Parool Newspaper, Vrij Nederland Magazine, Furore Magazine and De Poezenkrant.

 

Location: 

Label Impatience - Het Atelier Jérôme Schlomoff - Amsterdam

Lijnbaansgracht 66

Amsterdam Centrum

Opening hours:

Saturday 16 December:  17:00 - 20:00

Sunday 17 December:    14:00 – 17:00

 

MORE INFORMATION ABOUT HERWOLT

Herwolt van Doornen's website: herwolt.com

Check the portfolio: herwolt.wordpress.com

La Ferme (work in progress - October 2017)

LA FERME (work in progress October 2017) from JEROME SCHLOMOFF on Vimeo.

LA FERME (work in progress October 2017)
« A pinhole room somewhere in Morocco »

WARNING
This film is a work in progress for a film project about the "pinhole projections", with the choreographer Taoufiq Izeddiou.

"Special thanks to Jean-Noël Schoeffer, Olivier Marty & Karl Fournier, of Studio KO, who have opened the doors of their farm." And Lalla Fatima Ezzahra Nadifi who was kind enough to sing

INVITATION - GUEST ARTIST - DELPHINE BEDEL

OPEN ATELIER / YOU ARE WELCOME

SEPTEMBER 23 & 24

14:00 / 19:00

LABEL IMPATIENCE HET ATELIER JEROME SCHLOMOFF AMSTERDAM

LIJNBAANSGRACHT 66 hs - 1015GV - AMSTERDAM

"Stubborn Cactus" Delphine Bedel.

You are cordially invited to this Open Studio during Unseen Photo Fair. Delphine Bedel will present two recent projects: 'Stubborn Cactus' and 'Live Archive' in the studio of Jérôme Schlomoff, in the Jordan in Amsterdam. And Jérome will present 'Sténopé architecture: Le Cabanon & l’Atelier Le Corbusier, Roquebrune-Cap-Martin'. For this exhibition, the two artists will enter in conversation around their photographic practices. With their work, they question the role of photography in relation to cultural heritage, plant collections, and the architecture of memory.

"Le cabanon de Le Corbusier" Jérôme Schlomoff.

Delphine Bedel is an artist, researcher and publisher, who's work is exhibited internationally. She founded the publishing house Meta/Books. Her cutting-edge publications received critical acclaim. Jérôme Schlomoff is an artist who works with photography and film. Building his own DIY 35 mm pinhole cameras, he films various architecture around the world. For the last 6 years, he collaborated with Maison Chanel on the legend and legacy of Coco Chanel.

Stubborn Cactus started in 2013. For one year, Delphine documented the former Botanical Garden of the VU University in Amsterdam, that is threaten with closure. This academic garden is only one hectare but it hosts a unique collection of 10.000 plants and the largest collection of cactuses and succulent plants in the Netherlands, as well as centuries old bonsais. The tile 'Stubborn Cactus' was inspired by some of cactus quietly growing in every interstice of the glass house for the last 50 years. Playing with both codes of photography and plant preservation, Delphine purposefully uses all the technical flows of digital and analog medias. She transforms her vernacular colour snapshots into black and white, flat pressed plant specimens on metal, to be stored indefinitely as a record of the flora, a statement on the versatile future of the garden and its collection. This photographic series was presented at the Biennale of Photography in Mulhouse in 2016 and was published as a limited edition by Knust/Extrapool.

Jérôme Schlomoff will present the photographic series 'Sténopé d’Architecture: Le Cabanon & l’Atelier Le Corbusier–Roquebrune Cap-Martin'. This little corner of paradise in the south of France was the summer house buils by Le Corbusier for his wife. The garden and the poetic construction reflects the intimate emotion of the nature of this simple architecture, set back from the world that plays hide and seek with our eyes.

"Le cabanon de Le Corbusier" Jérôme Schlomoff.

Delphine Bedel will also present 'Live Archive', a collaboration with the designer Noémie Vidé. The series of paperback books is based on Delphine's personal archive as artist, curator and publisher. It's the first presentation of this long-term project.


The exhibition will be on view for one weekend during Unseen.

Delphine, Jérôme and Noémie will be present.

more information about Delphine Bedel : http://www.delphinebedel.com/delphine-bedel/home

ILJA

This 35 mm pinhole movie is a portrait of the Dutch poet Ilja Leonard Pfeijffer, filmed in Genoa, where he lives. For this film, Ilja translated and read in Italian one of his poem, "Idillys 26", from the collection "Idyllen", Amsterdam (De Arbeiderspers) 2015.
The pinhole camera plunges into a mysterious visit to the city guided by the poet...

Original music by Smooth One

ILJA (original version - italian - without translation) from JEROME SCHLOMOFF on Vimeo.

ORIGINAL DUTCH VERSION

26

Ik hang de druiven op. Ik giet de wijn erin.
Voorzichtig, een voor een vul ik ze met hun zin
die in de grond zal zingen waar ze in verdwijnen.
Ik plak het vlees aaneen tot dieren weer verschijnen
die loeiend uit het slachthuis naar de weide snellen,
waar zij steeds aaibaarder, steeds strakker in hun vellen,
de boterbloemen planten met hun gulle monden
en leven voor het stelpen van hun moeders wonden.
Met planken richt ik bomen op. Hun kruin zal ruisen
van vers ontbraden vogels die daar zingend druisen
om terug te kruipen in een rond en glimmend ei.
Ik repareer het venster met een zware kei,
bouw steden uit ruïnes met een paar kanonnen
die projectielen slikken met hun loop. Ontgonnen
gebieden maak ik onontgonnen. Verre landen
zie ik verlaten worden op hun blanke stranden
door reizigers die kruizen uit de aarde trekken
en op galjoenen achterwaarts voorgoed vertrekken,
gezogen door de wind, gebrand om te vergeten,
waardoor de wereld groeit met almaar minder weten.
En elke nacht ontwaak ik dronken van plezier
wanneer de feesten zijn waar wijn ontstaat en bier
uit gulle kelen die steeds helderder gaan praten
totdat ik in het middaglicht door volle straten
met knipperende ogen naar mijn huis toe loop
en brak en misselijk ga slapen in de hoop
dat gisteren opnieuw een mooie dag zal zijn
voor vrolijk braken van miljoenen liters wijn.
Ik ben bevoorrecht. Dat besef ik heel erg goed.
Waar mensen moeten, is er weinig wat ik moet.
Ze stoppen drollen terug in baby’s. Elke dag
gaan zij verplicht naar winkels om een groot bedrag
aan euro’s af te halen. En er zijn geen banen
om al dat geld aan uit te geven. Onderdanen
van de productiemaatschappij zijn zij. Maar blij
ben ik dat ik mijn passie volgen kan en vrij
ben om mijn eigen poëzie met wit te schrijven,
met een vasthoudendheid die zeker zal beklijven
nauwkeurig over alle zwarte letters heen
totdat er niets meer staat, geen twijfels meer en geen
verdriet. Hondsmoeilijk is het. Soms doe ik niet meer
dan zes of zeven regels op een dag. Ik leer
om te doseren. Af en toe lukt het heel goed.
Dan straalt het ongeschonden wit mij tegemoet
als blanke pagina waar alles kan gebeuren.
En zo precies, mijn lief, tracht ik je zoete geuren
te snuiten uit mijn neus, je handen terug te draaien
die als een koorts nog altijd op mijn slapen laaien.
Zoals ik vruchten maak uit stukgekookte borden
en traag stroomopwaarts drijven de barbaarse horden,
zoals ik liederen met toetsen kan verstommen
en schitterende steden bouw met zware bommen,
zo wou ik dat ik jou pas morgen had ontmoet
en alles wat ooit fout ging, ging dan zeker goed.

 

ENGLISH TRANSLATION

26
I’ll hang up the grapes, I’ll pour in the wine,
until they’re brimming and tingling on the vine,
they’ll sink singing into the soil and disappear.
I’ll stick the fleshy meat back on until cows reappear
that rush lowing from slaughterhouse to pastures wide,                        
growing ever cuddlier and plumper beneath their hides,                      
they will replant daisies with their generous maws,
and live only to staunch their mothers’ sores.
I’ll use planks to reconstruct trees. Their crowns will sigh
with freshly unroasted birds on boughs, whereby
they’ll crawl back into eggs so perfectly round and white.
I’ll repair shattered windows using rocks to smite,
turn ruins into cities shooting cannonballs,
while gun’s barrels swallow bullets from old city walls.
I will un-mine the mines. And far-off foreign realms
will be abandoned to beaches spotted from the helms
of the ships of travelers who pull crosses from the ground
and sail backwards on galleons ever homeward bound,
drawn along by strong winds, burned to nothingness,
and you know, the world grows, as it learns less and less.
Now every night I awake punch drunk with pleasure
at parties where red wine is produced at leisure,
beer gushes from throats, and words become sweet,
until I stroll those busy streets in the midday heat,
my eyes blinking awake as I go home without moping,
where, queasy and broken, I go to sleep hoping
that yesterday’s yesterday will be yet again fine,
another day for spewing liters and liters of wine.
I am highly privileged, I am very much aware,
so little to do all day, while other people bear
the burden of putting the shit back in babies.
They’re forced to go to the shops and fetch crazy
amounts of fresh-minted dosh. There aren’t enough jobs
to spend that money on. They are the underdogs
of our production society. But as for me, I am content
to pursue my passions, to rewrite and re-invent
my poetry all day long, a black not white obsession
with a dedication sure to leave a lasting impression,
carefully going over those printed letters one by one
until there’s nothing left and everything has gone,
no sorrow, no doubt. It’s a pig. Sometimes I do less
than six or seven lines a day. I try to avoid excess
that way, sometimes I manage to my satisfaction.
But then the virgin white springs back into action,
a blank page upon which anything can fall short.
And it’s just the same, my love, as trying to snort
your sweet smells out of my nose and dismiss now
your hands that rested like a fever upon my brow,
the way I craft luscious fruits from potted jams,
and barbarian hordes drift upstream like lambs.
It’s like the way I can silence songs with music
and build beautiful cities using modified Uzis,
just like I believe if only I had met you tomorrow night,
everything that has gone wrong would go right.

© Translation: 2016, Michele Hutchison
First published on Poetry International, 2016