My most recent work is about the pigeon. ð“…ª
The pigeon is not a dirty bird, and this is not a joke. It is an icon that has gotten out of hand. A symbol that has been gathering dust for too long. Bill, a pigeon with a hint of panic in its eyes and delusions of grandeur in its wings, can guide you through fabricated truths, inherited fears, and systems that take themselves far too seriously. Once upon a time, the pigeon stood for peace, love, and divine communication; today, it is ignored, dismissed, unjustly reviled. But the pigeon remains. It pops up where no one wants it, moves among us, and refuses to become meaningless. This is an ode to its stubbornness, its comical timing, its ability to be present and to remain present. The pigeon is powerful.
Kill Bill + Biljartende Bill:
Kill Bill:
A murder without a body, a victim without guilt. Bill has vanished. Or has he? The traces are paper-thin, the suspicions heavily drawn. This isn't a thriller, this is pigeon logic.
Biljartende Bill:
Bill doesn't play by the rules. He strikes without a cue, rolls wherever he wants, and if the ball won't move, he shifts the table. Always in the game, never on the bench
Textile works about Bill: