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Jolande is in search of the ''absolute decline''.

 She already worked with old frames

who are consciously battered

 and then brought together with her ​​art.

  In this new project, she continues with old materials; they are painted,

mixed with words or collages,
knowingly perish & deliberately damaged

to carry out her passion for decay. Part of the process is the dissolution

of paper. The works are based on selected texts of Vincent van Gogh & Leon Adriaans.

December 2016 she works at the Van GoghHuis.
 
April 2017 she is artist in residence @ Sterrenbos.

It's about a new world and the intricacy of symbolism.

 



 

Installation #Relithkwie

 

 



Workbook Relithkwie





The clown, the farmer and the pigeon. Oil, tape on cardboard, 30 x 40


 



The farm at night. Oil on paper, tape, wood, 20 x 50


 



Lost traces. Oil on wood, 40 x 50


 



Packed landscape. Oil & carbon, 9 x 13






The skull and his demons. Oil on canvas 30 x 40





The hand that rocks the world. Oil on canvas 40 x 50





The horse her sadness. Oil on wood, 40 x 50
 

 


 

Still life with tassels. Oil on wood, 40 x 50





Yellow landscape. Oil on wood, 10 x 15





Painting my memories. Oil on canvas. 20 x 50.





Still life with pear and crows. Oil on linnen. 30 x 40





There was a blue sun and a strange creature. Oil on canvas 40 x 50





Cross the line. Collage, drawing. 30 x 40





The world is a not a love song. Collage, drawing. 30 x 40





The lane with rising sun is far gone. Collage, drawing 20 x 28




 

So you became a woman. Collage, drawing, wood, 20 x 28


 


The garden of Evil. Collage, drawing, 40 x 50



 



It's a foreign affair. Collage, drawing, 20 x 28






Try to create a world without yellow. Collage, drawing 18 x 24





The complex projective line. Collage, drawing, 20 x 28




Broken II. Installation paper, tape and wood.






The inner quest of the artist. Installation






The dog can't swim. Installation
 

 




Jolande works an average of 1 year on each project,

the quest is just as important to her as the result.

 "In my search for Vincent I found Y O U !"  

is a collaboration with the Van GoghHuis. She was invited

 as ''artist in residence'' in the Van GoghGalerie for this project.

The work is based on the oeuvre of Van Gogh &

the stories people told her about their admiration

 for the artist. Jolande used this as a inner search in her own work,

 she made paintings, pictures and sculptures.

  There is even a poetry novel available she wrote about the project.


 



So I became a crow and walked away. Collection Van GoghHuis.


 

 







Pieta in progress. Sculpture.






Grieving our first born, Oil and charcoal.






The young farmer
, Oil and charcoil.







The inner quest of the artist. Oil on canvas. 40 x 50






The open end. Oil and carbon.






The dunes. Oil and charcoal.



 





In the soil of his birthground lies the truth. Oil on carbon.






Relithwkie. Mixed media.








I have tried to paint a sunflower but it became a cornfield. Aquarel.







Those who work their land will have abundant food. Aquarel.








The farmer and his sheep.





Church at Auvers.









If the crow is killed the reborn becomes vulnerable. Oil on cardboard.








The crow and the cornfield. Oil on cardboard.






The crow and the cornfield. Oil on cardboard.






Landscape. Oil on cardboard.

 


 



Underneath the landscape. Oil on paper.






The forrest. Oil on cardboard.





 

There's no way out of what I feel inside. Drawing.

 






No woman can escape being identified with Eve. Aquarel 40 x 50
 



 


 

Portrait for Adeline. Oil on canvas.



 



Asking forgiveness. Oil on canvas. 40 x 50




 



 

I always truly love a woman when I first pursue her. Oil on canvas. 40 x 50









The rape of the inner child is a curse for life

 

On one of my holidays overseas I heard a story about a
 

little girl who had been abused and locked away
 

because she stole a leaf of bread.

Her father hid her in a shed on one of the fields on which he worked.
 

The shed was for the workers and inside there was
 

only a table, chair, mirror and toilet.

 

The little girl was eventually found emaciated
 

and in a state of hallucination.
 

She passed away one day later, leaving nothing more
 

than her little slippers under the table.

 

I went to visit the shed of only 1 by 2 meters.
 

The fear and abandonment were tangible, oppressive
 

but strangely enough, also serene.
 

Everything was completely intact, just as it had been left.

Even the little slippers, half disintegrated.


 

Later I discoverd in my research that the offender
 

had experienced the same treatment in his own youth.
 

He was punished by his father at a young age and
 

locked away for the stealing the neigbour's meat.
 

He almost didn't survive.
 

Several weeks after the death of his daughter
 

he commited suicide.



 

The perfect image of beauty the model stands naked for all to see.

Her face porcelain and doll-like in its beauty.
 

Flawless. Emotionless.
 

The walls are too close.

Yet all she sees is emptiness.
 

Where was Jesus when she called his name?
 

Startled faces with dead eyes stare at the crown of thorns that is her cross to bear.
 

Her stomach torn like a wound that thread may cover if she chooses to hide.

But it’s cold inside.
 

Who seeks her soul beneath her makeup will see
 

the gaping hole as dark as mascara.
 

As beautiful as night seductive as the devil.
 

Her golden stiletto, as shimmering and fabulous as a boosted ego at the end of the night.

Its other half lays abandoned on the floor, like the inner child.
 

No wine. No beauty.

No delicious flirtation can soothe the tears of the innocent girl.

 


 

Jolande van Lith

The rape of the inner child is a curse for life. Aquarel 20 x 28
 

 


 




Leaving nothing more than her little slippers. Aquarel 20 x 20

 


 

 


 

The crisis is for those who can afford it. Aquarel 20 x 30

 







This empty room. Aquarel 10 x 15






A table and a chair. 20 x 20






The mirror. 20 x 28






 

Tonight I will be haunted by the rhythm of your beating heart. Aquarel  40 x 50







Emaciated and in a state of hallucination. 60 x 80
 






This empty room II. Aquarel and charcoil 40 x 50






    You have become my favourite enemy. Aquarel 30 x 40
 



 



This madness is alienating human kind. Aquarel 30 x 30


 

 


Christus Corpus Crucifix






If love is a demon rejection becomes a saviour. 80 x 100


 

 



Burn my sins to ashes drown me in holy water. 80 x 100







There is a void where happiness once resided. 80 x 100
 






Who can comfort us disrupted enviroment
. 80 x 100



 


 
    

 

They brought Him down to his grave. 80 x 120

 






Christ crowned with torns. 80 x 120



 




Hapiness tainted with regret. 80 x 120


 






Love is my religion. 80 x 100. Collection Durles.

 


 


 


Jezebel hiding at the graveyard. 21 x 29.


 

 


 



 

Portae Lucis. 21 x 29



 

 

 




 

The tree of ancient rituals and lost souls. Collection Museum Malaga.


 

 

 

 

''Memoires de Jeunesse'' a drawing project about childhood.


 

 



The portrait of my childhood. Drawing 15 x 20

 
 


 



Nothing can replace a mother's love. Drawing 15 x 20

 

 
 



Fathers seldom say "I love you", though the feeling's always there. Drawing 15 x 20

 





Mommy, Mommy, look! I picked you a beautiful flower. Aquarel 15 X 20



 



I will battle my grief until it subsides into remembrance. Aquarel 20 x 30



 

 



Let's cut the cake and have some fun. Aquarel 20 x 28

 




With my last breath I?ll will wishper your name. 15 x 19





 

Paranoia Influenza


 

"This exhibition is about a new and modern pestilence.
 

Madness, fear and danger contaminate the planet and its inhabitants

alienating human kind.

This provocative series serve as windows into the souls of the contaminated population.
 

Each portrait tells an individual story, covering topics as culture,

religion and modern politics.

Look closer to unveil the world mirrored in their eyes."

 



 


The victims of World War III. Aquarel 30 x 30

 

 



How could you ever leave me alone? Aquarel 30 x 30







Honesty is a fucking luxury. Aquarel 30 x 30

 

 

 


With my eyes closed I still can see you. Aquarel 30 x 30

 

 

 

 

Playing with fire. Aquarel 30 x 30    

 





 


My worst fear came true. Aquarel 50 x 70





 

  

Is Kadaffi the new Anti Christ? Aquarel 50 x 70

 



 

Give the people what they want! Aquarel 50 x 70

 


 



The importance of lost memories. Aquarel, inkt & acryl




 

  

   




Alone and together. Aquarel  2 x 15 x 15




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