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(Olanda)
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email: hamarart@multiweb.nl
web: www.martinejacobs.com
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Opere
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Loth
pastel
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paper,
60x70 cm,
2000
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Master
pastel
on
paper,
60x70 cm,
1999
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Minosh
pastel
on
paper,
60x75 cm,
2000
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Sisters
pastel
on
paper,
60x70 cm,
1999
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Biography:
The fact that my father was a designer and my mother his regular model has shaped both my character and my creativity. As a young child I would wander around my father’s large studio, with twelve girls and twelve industrial sewing machines that zoom the entire day.
The drawing room was not always forbidden territory, and sometimes I could enter the sanctuary. Large drawing tables and enormous sheets of paper, rolls of fabrics from all parts of the world adorned this big space.
The dream queen who pricked.
Hugging my mother was out of the question, because as usual, she was full of pins. My father designed his clothes on my mother’s body. The dream queen who pricked. One day the bubble of this creative décor burst, and everyone went their own way.
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Curriculum vitae:
Erotic attic
With my man on my 17th birthday, I decided to take control of my life. I exchanged the convent for an erotic attic. Fortune smiled on us and the world was ours. We worked to put bread on our plates and roamed the earth between jobs. There was no money for paint; we swapped a loaf of bread for my first box of pastels.
New challenges
Thumbing and riding trains to Portugal, the unknown land of warmth and beauty. twenty years old, for the first time a few pastel works hang in the little old church of Obidos, a Portuguese village on the coast.
Here we sold our first painting. It became the primary necessity of life; we inspired one another’s spirits and constantly sought new challenges. We made many paintings and sold a few. Back to Holland to the College of Social Studies, but what now – we were at a crossroads. Do we opt for security – life in the suburbs – or do we create a world that connects to our thinking; a captive soul will never be able to create.
There is always a choice, but a free spirit cannot be captured, not even with poverty as a friend.
California
And so we traveled again, new ideas abounding, and the new world smiled upon us. With a box of chalk and a newborn baby, we booked a trip to America: California. We bought a 45-year-old Chevrolet camper and traveled through the country in good spirits. Between feedings and dirty diapers we visited galleries and museums and finally landed in Carmel Valley.
A “rich man’s dream and no money to spend”, but fortune in America reached out to us, and we were able to take free classes with our little Moses in a laundry basket.
Art is an expression of discontent or pleasure, and only you can embellish or destroy it.
Bijlmer
The way of life, setting priorities, discipline and happiness – it all ensures that the roots of art will be fed and can flourish. n the village of Carmel Valley we also sold paintings, and a second baby was in the making. We returned to Holland and landed in an apartment in the “Bijlmer” with two little children, a dog and an old Mercedes camper, a map of Morocco, lots of diapers and flour… the world lay open to us once again.
Mint tea, couscous and the daily prayer from the mosque defined our days, the children played on the beach and all of a sudden, there was room to bring white paper to life. Life in a Muslim culture is clear-cut. A country of control, with strict rules; happiness is a big part of the game. Showing our work in Morocco in the 80’s was impossible for a woman.
Back to Holland again, with a wealth of drawings. I worked from early morning to late evening. For the first time I started to work out my pastels on plywood. A long road of experimentation with various layers of varnish, and finally, the result I longed for.
Artist Statement
"After college I started to travel to many foreign countries.
The images I saw made deep impressions in mine experience.
I soon realized that I wanted to express these experiences,
through drawing and painting.
I visited museums, markets and other places where people gathered
so that I could draw.
I also attended a private Art Academy in Amsterdam.
I began to exhibit after finishing the Academy
Searching and creating innovations in visual art today is quite a challenge,
since so much has already been done.
Can figurative art be innovative and enrich? I believe it can.
I'm passionate about discovering new ways of blending life with art
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lunedì 7 luglio 2003
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27/6/2001
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