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Mannheim rhapsody
Giclee Fine Art Prints is the term used for what is currently the most advanced digital fine art printmaking technology. High quality digital images are created from the original artwork and printed with 8-color to 12-color professional printers andcomputer drawing on canvas, size: 100 x 100 cm. Edition number 4/10. Price: € 945.00
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Hendrick Braiseworth
Hendrick’s Art Statement
Art is a drug dear people and creating art, drawings and paintings, sculptures and digital or computer art is my ultimate catharsis. It is my way of purging and cleansing my mind. It is my ……… “Rite of purification”. It is how I get the crap out of my head ……. its how I stay sane in this insane thing that is called reality. It’s like a drug that I am brilliantly addicted to. So addicted have I become, that my body chemistry has changed, acclimatised itself to the drug, ART. Without this drug I go into withdrawal. I begin to wither and die. I become stupid and foolish and pathetic. My specialness is gone. I begin to change into this thing that is worthless and not deserving of existence. In other words, my art defines me, without it, and the constant creating of it; I am nothing, less than nothing.
Art is a drug dear people and creating art, drawings and paintings, sculptures and digital or computer art is my ultimate catharsis. It is my way of purging and cleansing my mind. It is my ……… “Rite of purification”. It is how I get the crap out of my head ……. its how I stay sane in this insane thing that is called reality. It’s like a drug that I am brilliantly addicted to. So addicted have I become, that my body chemistry has changed, acclimatised itself to the drug, ART. Without this drug I go into withdrawal. I begin to wither and die. I become stupid and foolish and pathetic. My specialness is gone. I begin to change into this thing that is worthless and not deserving of existence. In other words, my art defines me, without it, and the constant creating of it; I am nothing, less than nothing.
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