I am Senis Besmegenis

2011-11-25T13:53:00.001+01:00

i am coming up soon.

2010-12-04T16:27:00.003+01:00

So i walk through that shopping street and i just glance through that window and I see... is this kind of fling a temporary matter?

2010-05-13T17:18:00.015+02:00

Here follows the text of the last page of a book :

The wind has dropped, and now the snowflakes come floating down, the first fall of the year, flecking the rooftiles with white. All morning I stand at my window watching the snow fall. When I cross the barracks yard it is already inches deep and my footsteps crunch with an eerie lightness.In the middle of the square there are children at play building a snowman. Anxious not to alarm them, but inexplicably joyful, I approach them across the snow.They are not alarmed, they are too busy to cast me a glance. They have completed the great round body, now they are rolling a ball for the head.'Someone fetch things for the mouth and nose and eyes', says the child who is their leader.It strikes me that the snowman will need arms too, but i do not want to interfere. They settle the head on the shoulders and fill it out with pebbles for eyes, nose and mouth. One of them crowns it with his cap.It is not a bad snowman. This is not the scene I dreamed of. Like much else nowadays I leave it feeling stupid, like a man who lost his way long ago but presses on along a road that may lead nowhere.

J.M.Coetzee - Waiting for the Barbarians - 1980

2010-03-24T22:32:00.020+01:00

You can argue but i think that the winter is over now and a memory in this part of the world. Image above is a short encounter i had in a train tunnel somewhere in mid Norway.
It was a long winter. It is a short memory and temporary memorable. I want to make peace with coming spring.
I also recently discovered a gallery I would actually exhibit in if I was a little more artist: Natland SB gallery Bergen. Cool place! I did apply already but was turned down. I agree now with that decision. I am in peace this spring.

2010-03-06T15:57:00.000+01:00

Senis entered an art academy this winter and learned something.

2009-05-31T14:09:00.006+02:00

For those who REALLY want to find out more. Click HERE or HERE.

2009-05-26T09:35:00.006+02:00

Senis Besmegenis left the planet for a good and well deserved summer sleep... he likes to follow in the footsteps of Robert Walser... well kind of.

2009-04-30T14:16:00.023+02:00

I am Senis Besmegenis and i want to question the meaning of contemporary art in the times we live in by surveying the direct surroundings i live in. Before you start reading this page and visit the other blogs linked to this page i have to mention the following: This maybe may be about contemporary art but it is NOT an art project itself. Not even close. Seriously, it is not a joke either. I sincerely want to question something. If you do not have time for it I would like to ask you not to continue. Get out of here and spend your time on something other useful.

Someplace they say senis besmegenis when they talk about an old man without a brain or snowmen... but i am Senis Besmegenis and i am investigating temporary conceptual art by exploring the area i live in. I do not expect to find anything spectacular. I am not very good in spectacular. Instead I want to see the peculiar in the common. I do not understand much but i still look ahead and want to see something. I think in images but only value contents. I can not care less about the images i publish here. I keep things simple because all is complicated. I think art is bread and the bread of today is old... very old and indigestible. I want to continue where fellowmen Duchamp and Beuys stopped a quarrel... i am not sure they had a fight... Beuys claimed all human beings are artists. From there on one could say all is art. I take the middle sized town in Europe i live in and use it as my studio / laboratory. The town is called Bergen in Norway. Could have taken any other town. After all i am a true globalist. I explore mainly the suburbs around the center and the edges of the town. I consider all i see as paint and I choose color. On these blogs i show the found footage. As i wrote in the beginning this is not pretending to be art itself. Just investigating something. I still sound like a nice guy? It s crystal clear like ice-water that it is for selfish reasons. I am actually very angry, sad, tired. Just do not know yet exactly whom or what i am angry with or disappointed in or tired from. I am determined to find that out and kick some ass! Could be my own. Now i am hungry!

2009-04-10T16:12:00.001+02:00

site brad farwell

2009-03-31T18:34:00.003+02:00

link Giorgio de Chirico in Paris!

2009-03-26T11:12:00.006+01:00

Anyone can create the future but only a wise man can create the past. Vladimir Nabokov (Bend Sinister - 1947)

2009-03-22T10:15:00.002+01:00

source ron sluik

2009-03-19T10:01:00.009+01:00

"The less I do, the more artist I am." David Hammons

2009-03-15T12:33:00.012+01:00

“Had it not been for the snowmen I would not be alive today. They were the nomads of the Crimea, in what was then no man’s land between the Russian and German fronts, and favoured neither side. I had already struck up a good relationship with them, and often wandered off to sit with them. ‘Du nix njemcky’ they would say, ‘du Snowman,’ and try to persuade me to join their clan. Their nomadic ways attracted me of course, although by that time their movements had been restricted. Yet it was they who discovered me in the snow after the crash, when the German search parties had given up. I was still unconscious then and only came round completely after twelve days or so, and by then I was back in a German field hospital. So the memories I have of that time are images that penetrated my consciousness. The last thing I remember was that it was too late to jump, too late for the parachutes to open. That must have been a couple of seconds before hitting the ground. Luckily I was not strapped in – I always preferred free movement to safety belts… My friend was strapped in and he was atomized on impact – there was almost nothing to be found of him afterwards. But I must have shot through the windscreen as it flew back at the same speed as the plane hit the ground and that saved me, though I had bad skull and jaw injuries. Then the tail flipped over and I was completely buried in the snow. That’s how the snowmen found me days later. I remember voices saying ‘Voda’ (Water), then the felt of their tents, and the dense pungent smell of cheese, fat and milk. The snowmen covered my body in fat to help it regenerate warmth, and wrapped it in felt as an insulator to keep warmth in.”
a view

2009-03-14T15:02:00.015+01:00

site siert dallinga

Profaner Altar - Christian Kammerhofer

about life

2009-03-10T15:00:00.005+01:00

X: Here! How's that?
Y: Wow, that's just a terrific snowman!
X: Yep, I think this is one of the nicest snowmen I have seen in a long long time.
Y: Yes, come on. Let's go home and eat. I'm hungry.
X: You can't go home!
Y: Why?
X: We can't leave the snowman here. I mean, what if he gets cold or hungry?
Y: He is a snowman! He can't get hungry like me.
X: Yeh, but you got hungry!.
Y: Oh, but ... I mean... he is not alive. He is made out of snow. See, there is a difference between things that are alive and things that are not. See, we are alive, we breath, we eat, we grow. But the snowman he does not do any of those things.
X: Are you sure he doesn't breath? I mean he has a mouth and a nose...
Y: Enough! He has a carrot that we have put on him as a nose.
X: Well maybe he breaths through his carrot?
Y: ...Oh...
X: Well, I don't know, I'm afraid he will get cold and lonely out here. Oh, I'm afraid he will be cold and lonely all by himself and then he will be sad. I don't want him to be sad. OK,OK, he does not feel sad or lonely, like we do. He does not have feelings! He is made out of snow. He can not get cold... but... the snow is cold!
Y: He does NOT have any feelings! He can not be lonely, sad or cold. He can not even feel if somebody touches him!
X: Oh, well. We'll just check that out. I think I'll tickle him. He'll feel that I'm sure (starts tickling)... Nothing. Maybe you are right.
Y: I know I am right. Now let us go home. I am getting hungry and I am cold.
X: O.K ...but... but... I can't leave him out in the cold!!! Oh, I can't leave you snowman!
Y: we just went all over that!
X: I know. I know he is just a snowman. He is not alive and he can't feel the cold. But he looks cold, and that makes me very sad...
Y: He is not coming home with us and that is final!
X: Alright, but... can we put at least something warm on him... I don't know... a hat or something.
Y: Well...alright, a lot of snowmen wear hats. But we do not have a hat...
X: Well maybe we could... eh... maybe, maybe...
Y: What are you doing!?!?!?
X: Maybe we can just loan him YOUR hat. Just like this!
Y: That is MY hat!
X: There, now his head looks so much warmer. But I still think he could use something like a... a scarf!!
Y: No, No, No! Oh, please do not...
X: Maybe you'd loan your scarf?? (takes scarf)
Y: Brr... I am cold!
X: Now he looks so much warmer. Now we can go home, OK?
Y: BRR... I do not believe this!
X: Oh, you shouldn't stay out here in the snow without your scarf and your hat. You get cold!
Y: (sneezes)
X: See, what I mean? Now come home!
source

2009-03-09T18:41:00.008+01:00

source david shrigley

2009-03-08T17:38:00.008+01:00

site Rene Duinkerken

2009-03-06T17:44:00.006+01:00

Wikipedia Joseph Beuys

Wikipedia Marcel Duchamp