Artist Journal

Here you can find a small window into my mind. The thoughts and questions that pop up didn’t really have a place but now they will have a home here. This home will be messy, have unfinished projects or nostalgic flashbacks.

A place where for a moment I can feel safe, insecure, confused, happy, sad or frustrated. I am not really looking for answers but maybe I will find them along the way while I discover my own truth.

I invite you to take a peek though the curtains and see merely a documentation of fleeting thoughts and feelings.

small window into my mind

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W.I.P.

Dear same beat different tempo,

I often call you my heart, all three of you I can relate to. Sometimes i wish my heart was bigger, more love to give or smaller and beating faster.

Two of the hearts are currently in familiar homes, it brings me joy to know my hearts are in someones houses. Like a beating heart that belongs in a body. They are taking good care of it.

This means that the only heart left currently in my care is the biggest heart.

Lots of love,
Ellis

A ceramic sculpture of a human heart with hollow tubes and arteries, placed on a white surface against a plain wall.

Dear Artwork…

Dear Cloud of Eye

Today i had an ephifany, i was explaining to someone how i have two eyes. One to watch over my dearest son Leo, and one to watch myself. Because if i watch myself carefully i can take care of my son, a important person in my life that needs me and that I love. Then it clicked, the many eyes i created for you, the many I’s that I try to be and the many looks I reserve for other people. It floats around, softly swaying. 

You aged, and in my heart i knew you were something that i could and wanted to show to the world. A feeling or view that is unique. It took some time but i think we both endured well. Lets continue on our journey while watching each other. 

Lots of love,
Ellis

Modern chandelier with multiple round white globes hanging from thin cords in a gallery or lobby setting.

Dear What Grows will grow

I was able to give two of you (maybe three) a place to take root. I hope you will grow there with the people and give them the feelings that i feel when i think about you. Grow strong for these people.

I love how you can move my feelings from sadness to almost an indifference. Like my thoughts grow and grow till i cannot put it into words and the entire subject grew to a size i no longer fathom.

Depending on where my thoughts go you adjust, when i want time to stand still you remind me life continues and things will still grow regardless.

But at the same time i stand still to admire how far you have already grown and it means you survived the passed time required to bloom.

Because you are made of ceramics you will not wither, but neither will you actually grow bigger. Because what doesn’t grow will not grow. And then things that grow and things that don’t grow are in a way the same.

Lots of love,
Ellis

Flashback

Works developed during my years on the academie.