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Abandoned house in Namie, Fukushima prefecture, Japan. - After I wrote my book ‘Het gevaar van angst - hypochonderen in Fukushima’ (dangers of fear- hypochondria in Fukushima) I’m visiting the affected zone of Fukushima prefecture for the fifth time. This time to make preparations for a new art project in the exclusion zone. Follow this account and/or my website for regular updates!

Nature on the winning team 7,5 years after the nuclear disaster in Obori, Fukushima prefecture, Japan. (exclusion zone) - After I wrote my book ‘Het gevaar van angst - hypochonderen in Fukushima’ (dangers of fear- hypochondria in Fukushima) I’m visiting the affected zone of Fukushima prefecture for the fifth time. This time to make preparations for a new art project in the exclusion zone. Follow this account and/or my website for regular updates!

Window of an abandoned pottery in Namie, Fukushima prefecture, Japan. - After I wrote my book ‘Het gevaar van angst - hypochonderen in Fukushima’ (dangers of fear- hypochondria in Fukushima) I’m visiting the affected zone of Fukushima prefecture for the fifth time. This time to make preparations for a new art project in the exclusion zone. Follow this account and/or my website for regular updates!

Abandoned pottery in Namie, Fukushima prefecture, Japan. - After I wrote my book ‘Het gevaar van angst - hypochonderen in Fukushima’ (dangers of fear- hypochondria in Fukushima) I’m visiting the affected zone of Fukushima prefecture for the fifth time. This time to make preparations for a new art project in the exclusion zone. Follow this account and/or my website for regular updates!

Window view from an abandoned pottery in Namie, Fukushima prefecture, Japan. - After I wrote my book ‘Het gevaar van angst - hypochonderen in Fukushima’ (dangers of fear- hypochondria in Fukushima) I’m visiting the affected zone of Fukushima prefecture for the fifth time. This time to make preparations for a new art project in the exclusion zone. Follow this account and/or my website for regular updates!

YAYY! just booked my flight to Tokyo to visit Fukushima prefecture (Tomioka, Okuma, Kawautchi) again, NEXT WEEK! Might sound weird, but I really missed this place and I'm extremely looking forward to walk around there again and start my new project with ceramics in Fukushima's red zone. - Will keep you updated!!

I believe it was in the year 1999. I was in art school. I lived in an old appartment in which I had painted the walls of my livingroom pink and the floor was bright orange. One day I found a birdcage on the street. I took it home and painted it pink too. To complete the colour-spectrum I went searching for the brightest blue bird I could find. And when I found it, the optical situation was perfect.
I also had 3 cats: Ieniemienie, Pinkeltje and Dikkie Dik.
One day I came home and found my perfect blue bird lying dead on the floor of his cage. It was stuck on his tiny bird-cage-ladder. It seemed it was beaten to death by one of my cats.
I wasn't sure which cat was the guilty one, so I made a photo series in which I confronted my cats with the dead bird. I placed a small puppet (Linus from the peanuts) next to the setting a a 'witness' of the situation.

After I made these photos I threw the dead bird in the trashcan and forgot about it.
This all happened in a time where there was (barely) no digital photography. So I had to wait about a week before the photos came back from the lab.
It was only after I saw the photos when I realised that I should had kept the dead bird. I promised myself that from now on I would preserve every animal that would die in my presence.
Many followed. That's just life.

When I visited Dhaka (Bangladesh) in the year 2014, in the evenings I often sat at the terrace of a small restaurant. Next to this terrace an electric cable crossed the pavement. While sitting and eating I often saw people stumble over this cable and some people even fell (quite
bad). Also, in this same neighborhood, streetvendors were selling fabrics on every corner. So at one night I bought a bunch of fabrics,
cut them into a garland and hung the flags next to the electric cable so the cable became very visible which would prevent people to stumble. It worked! But what also happened is that two little girls who walked around in this same neighborhood to sell flowers became interested in
what I was doing. They giggled and asked me if they were allowed to help me. So I bought more fabrics and the girls started to cut more flags.
This time not for safety reasons, but for fun and also to decorate the street a little bit more. :) This event was all super joyful, but at the meantime I also saw that of course the girls had their reasons to walk around and sell flowers on the street. They were wearing very old and dirty clothes, which felt
unacceptable combined with this situation in which they were cutting new fabrics into garlands. So (to start with) I took them to a tailor who made them new 'three pieces' (traditional clothing). Also I visited their 'houses' (huts) in the slumbs and offered their families to pay for their schools. Unfortunately, although at that time their moms agreed, at the end this didn't work out. Everything was arranged, but
they never showed up at the school. This is the reality in situations where children need to make money to feed the family. (which was the case). Despite the fact that I also offered to help them with that, I believe that, as always. things were much more complicated than I could imagine.
This still troubles me.

This is me with a 'broken needle issue'. No, that's not an art project. Nor did I made this or even came up with it. It was given to me during my visit at a factory in Dhaka, Bangladesh in 2014. After the owner of
the company had shown me around in the different factories he owned (sewing, clothing, bags, screenprinting, embroidery) we sat at the main
office of the sewing factory. There my eye fell on a desk filled with 'broken needle issues' and I asked him what they were. Then he told me
that safety is a very important matter in the clothing industry. They always want to be absolutely sure that all customers are 100% safe when
using their products. So, whenever a needle breaks, a worker is not allowed to sew any further until all(!!) needle-parts are found.
These broken needles are taped in the broken needle issue combined with the date, time, sewingmachine number, name of the worker who broke the needle and number of needle parts. This all to make sure that when you buy a t-shirt, or dress or trousers that are made in Bangladesh you will never ever get hurt by a broken needle part.
Your. Safety. First.

I love to combine nature-patterns and my own work ❤️🌿🌸 The concrete block is an artpiece that I made last year. It’s a souvenir from the red zone, Fukushima, Japan. —->
On July 30 in the year 2017 I visited the 'red zone' of the Fukushima prefecture in Japan. At approx. 5 kilometers distance from the Fukushima Daiichi powerplant where the event of a nuclear disaster happened on March 11 in the year 2011, in a village called Okuma, I found a beautiful twig. This twig might contain more radioactive parts than usual. I stored it in concrete. For your safety. *Concrete might contain a higher dose of radioactive parts than objects found in the red zone of Fukushima. This is a common thing. Some call it nature.

Today it's been 3 years since I visited the affected zones of Fukushima prefecture in Japan for the first time. At that time I didn't know much about the situation after the nuclear disaster on March 11 2011. I remember all the safety guidelines and I also remember not understanding why we had to wear protective clothes, walking around there for only 15 minutes while the people who worked there didn't seem to have any fears of the high level of radioactivity. As a result of that I got a bit recalcitrant and I started to pick flowers (which I was not allowed to do - we weren't allowed to touch or bring! anything because of the radioactive danger)
I smuggled the flowers with me in my underpants. Which I did spontaniously and yes, this worried me.
I thought, when this scares me. When this scares a lot of people. What would be the effect if I send these flowers as a souvenir from Fukushima to people who think that nuclear energy is a very good idea?
So I did.
And the (first) effect was: it scared them too. *note. Radioactivity is not a gas. Radioactivity contains of small parts. So, the number of parts tells the level of radioactivity. Since the flowers were really small it was basically impossible to contain a high dose of radioactivity because there simply didnt fit enough of these parts on/in one flower to become dangerous. BUT. two more things (this is a superbasic first lesson in radioactivity) 1 there are
radioactive parts everywhere. It's just nature. 2 Radioactive parts are always a (super extremely) small risk. So yes, there is also a risk in the flowers. But since the chances are so small you can not call this danger. Compare it to crossing the street. There is a risk in that too.
But this doesn't mean that it will kill you. Even though it's a very crowded street. But when you cross a street somewhere in the middle of nowhere with almost no traffic: you can still have very bad luck and get hit by a car. So more radioactive parts is a higher risk. But chance

Last year, on July 31 when I was walking around in the abandoned village of Tomioka, Fukushima prefecture, Japan, I noticed something remarkable.

Most houses that were not completely flushed away by the tsunami are destroyed from the earthquake on March 11 2011. And because people had to evacuate for at least 6 years, animals had the opportunity to go inside the houses and made the situation worse. The Japanese government offers people the service to remove the ruins of the houses completely and to clean the empty plots by removing to top layer of (radioactive) soil and replace it with clean soil. To show that a plot is completely clean, they mark these places with pink ribbons.

So, I was walking around there on this day and I was just staring a bit at these pink ribbon marked plots. There was grass growing, some wild flowers and many clovers. I stared and stared and then.. I saw a four leaved clover. And another one. And another one.
There were an insane amount of lucky clowers growing in this clean soil.
What this meant? You tell me.

I picked a few of the clovers and brought them home. Dried them. Framed them. (please contact @torchgallery to check availability if interested)

Next month I'll go back to visit Tomioka again. Can't wait to check what's growing!

This is Mohamed Ali. I met him in Dhaka, Bangladesh in the year 2014. He owns a small business as a tailor.
When I travel, especcially in Asian countries, I always visit local tailors and ask them to make custom made dresses for me. By doing this I know who made my clothes and I can be sure about the circumstances in which they are made. Mohamed Ali has two employees and I visited them a few times while they were in the proces of making my dresses. When the work was done I asked him to sign my dresses. So it was absolutely clear who made them. I think, that is what a label should be about: showing you where your clothes come from. Oh, and yes, of course I paid him well for all the work he and his employees did.

I know. This should be normal. But it isn't. The clothing industry is madness and it is almost impossible to know where your clothes come from. Even for the brands itself. I've visited many factories in Bangladesh, China and India. I've seen sweatshops with childrens labor. I've been to screenprinting factories, places where they melt plastic to turn them into rubber bands. I talked to workers. To managers. To fixers. I know how it works. But I don't have a clear solution. The situation for a lot workers is quite terrible. The wages are too low to pay for their childrens school. In Bangladesh a lot of factory owners are also in politics, so they are the ones who make their own laws. Again: I don't know how to solve all these problems.

What I do know is that allthough the situation is bad: for a lot of people it still is extremely important that they have a job at all. So not buying clothes from these countries won't help them. They will just loose the tiny bit of income they have now.

So, what can you do, as an individual? e-mail the owners of the brands you buy: force them to take care of the workers in their industry. Keep asking questions. And don't buy a complete new wardrobe every season.
That's just madness. It's not only one of the biggest polutio

Komende donderdag om 23:00 wordt de documentaire ‘het is gezien’ uitgezonden op NPO2. - Een onderzoek naar de staat van de vrijheid van de kunst, 50 jaar na het ‘ezelsproces’ waarin Gerard Reve zich in de rechtbank moest verdedigen na een aanklacht wegens Godslastering. Hij won de zaak met een beroemd geworden zelfgeschreven pleidooi wat ook vandaag nog relevant blijkt. - De film is gemaakt door Erik Lieshout en Tom Rooduin en hoewel ik niet gehéél onbevooroordeeld ben, zou ik hem toch maar in de kijk-agenda zetten. Het is mijns inziens een niet onbelangrijk tijdsdocument geworden.

I love Japan! And I love Japanese culture. Next month I’m flying back for a new project in Okuma, a village in the restricted zone of Fukushima prefecture. - This is me in front of the three wise monkeys at the Tōshō-gū shrine in Nikkō, Japan. I took their advise very serious in my new plans: Hear no evil. Speak no evil. See no evil. 🙉🙊🙈

Things that people say about me.

Back in the days. Over 10 yrs ago I was send to court for my project with hamsters. Since then things got weirder (and maybe more interesting) every day.
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http://www.tinkebell.com/news/articles/all eat your heart out and ENJOY :) - happy Monday!!

ONE YEAR TINKEBELL. FOUNDATION‼️‼️‼️
En zó blij met deze backup! Een groot deel van mijn werk in het afgelopen jaar is al mogelijk gemaakt door deze stichting: www.tinkebellfoundation.nl
Twee keer hebben we nu een speciaal event voor insiders georganiseerd (derde volgt in december), de club vrienden van de stichting groeit gestaag (yayy!) en de eerste donateurs hebben deze zomer een kunstwerk gekregen.
En yess, je kan aanhaken!! Heel graag zelfs!! Want daarmee maak je mede mogelijk dat ik mijn werk kan doen!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️🙏🏽 (check de website voor meer info!)

😱😀‼️‼️(—> scroll for more!) Me, being a fan of AQUA goes way back to the time when I was still in artschool. I planned to take over the world and paint it pink. so I was dressed in pink every day and I only ate pink food. Also, I assumed everybody wanted to become 'a TINKEBELL.' (me!) and for that you had to become a member of the AQUA fan club. Every week I made around hundred 'boomerang' cards which I spread in artschool. Some of them had very clear messages and explanations on how to become a REAL TINKEBELL.
I know that many students collected these cards and this is how some of them still have a collection of early artworks made by me. ;)
This past weekend AQUA came to the Netherlands for the first time in 15 years(!!) and it was the first time ever that I got the chance to see them perform live. THEY WERE #AMAZING!! like, for real. Their live performance was truly #STUNNING! And best of all I was standing front row (with my dear friend @elfivoermans whom I know from the time AQUA had their first hit!) and when they performed their fantastic song BACK TO THE 80'S ,
THEY LET ME ON STAGE!!!!
No words for the amazingness. this was just FREAKIN COOL!! Thank you @lenenystrom , @officialrenedif and @sorenrasted . YOU ROCK‼️‼️‼️ PS the few 'boomerang' cards that are left are available/for sale at @torchgallery

This one is on special request @bea_correa_ (following the strict rules on nudity in insta posts, I covered some parts)
These two works are the only ones still available in this series. Size: 65x48 cm and 95x67 cm

In the year 2011 I published a book 'For Your Pleasure'. The book contains images of a series of works that show girls that just turned 18 years old, but look a lot younger than they are. The origin of these images is a website with 'barely 18 teen porn' where people (men) pay for footage in which you can see how every day another girl gets beaten up. This is legal and it's popular. The girls posing for these photos get paid for it. But one could ask oneself: why would an 18 year old girl want to let herself beat up for money? How free of choice is she? Doing this all for your pleasure.
I downloaded the images, printed them on canvas and made embroideries that overlapped these photos which made them look innoncent and sweet. By doing this I created a contrast between the feeling you get when you first look at it and the actual image.

The book (numbered and signed, there are 1000 copies) is still available. (just a few copies left) cost: €25,- shipping in NL is free / other countries €6,- Language English.
Make your payment at www.bunq.me/tinkebell
#foryourpleasure #barelyeighteen #barelylegal #almosteighteenplus #spank #teenspank #18+ #legal #art #artproject #2011 #book #artbook #art #embroidery #embroideryart #fineart #forsale #TINKEBELL. courtesy @torchgallery #Amsterdam

😀😀😀🙏🏽☢️💕 Short book reviews that make my day!!

Yes. Friendship is sor sale. (well, in some cases 🙄) —> www.tinkebellfoundation.nl 💕💕💕

It’s been six yrs already since I visited #Manila. When we talk about the #heat here, it’s nothing compared to the heat there. (it went up to 45 degrees celcius) Not to mention the #floods that came after/during these heats. The old part of Manila was flooded (thats where I was staying since I usually don’t plan anything when I travel except for the tiny little detail that I look up where the poorest neighborhood is located and that’s always the place where I stay because that’s the way to get to learn about a city) Anyway. during the floods the water was approx 1.2 meter high in my neighborhood. This water was #superwarm and the only way to leave my hotel was to go into the water. Which I did, several times. (Yes. I got #infected by some creepy #bacteria which made me sick for a month but it was totally worth it) What struck me most was that because of the heat the water dried quickly (after a day) and then the water came back, then it dried, then floods etc.
If something like that would have happened here it would be called a huge #disaster. But there. life just went on.
Water or no water. Heat or no heat.
I call that #strength and that’s the main feeling I have about the #Philippines.

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