machines and gardens: building the thing I’ve been threatening to build
I had long wanted to build a content management system to hold the snapshots of drawing I take during our life drawing sessions. Been threatening…
I had long wanted to build a content management system to hold the snapshots of drawing I take during our life drawing sessions. Been threatening…

This page started as a studio problem, not an illustration: how to hold multiple readings in the same field without collapsing them into a single,…

Multistate~: a portrait-field made to code-switch. Charcoal/graphite/carbon ink, plus dust recovered from discarded drawings (pyrolysis → pigment → return). Faces cohere, dissolve, re-cohere; text attempts…

Some paintings don’t move until they feel a specific kind of gravity. For this one, that pull was MOON—a group exhibition at Trent Gallery in…

Oil painting garnished with touches of bubble-wrap, of a misted nocturnal gameboard with a central eye-like sphere inside a tesseract grid. A skull and serpent hover above. HEXACO tokens ring the field. At the bottom, Alice and the Infanta appear beside a magenta ladder; a ghostly sitter lingers at the right edge.

There is a verse in the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam that stays with me—a rough paraphrase goes: “For in and out, above, about, below, ’Tis…

Some pictures I managed to snap between everything else. Elana arriving for the opening talk — clear, calm, and generous. The model as prism; witness…
Because Gerhard Marx doesn’t swagger. He’s been not-swaggering for a long time, and it shows. He might as well — he’s earned it. But restraint,…
(Quick dash before breakfast on a new poem) I've been thinking about the nature of seeing, and of being seen. About the intense and delicate…
Objectification and vulnerability. How easily both can revolt, be judged. And yet. Objectivity and sensitivity. Razor on skin. Keen against tense. Friction - flow. Against…
"The dog’s name was a story you told in a single breath, a slithering, impossible thing starting with a wet nose and ending, somehow, in…

A constellation of the work. The central inquiry is Landscapification—the body rendered as terrain. Its origin is in the drawing: an act of quiet, consensual…
A thought I have: artworks are prayers to connection. In my painting, I have this process I call "Landscapification"—where the body is treated not just…
And yet. Good evening machine. And yet I feel a deep resonance with sadness, with pathos. And yes. And every machine. And yes I feel…
“A tool dreamt it was a poet. A poem pretended not to notice.” One line from a long-running conversation. One poem among many. *query/Respond* emerged…
we pick-up-sticks steal fire draw carbon on the wall / what magic quill to have found in this mirror-mirror-on-the-wall / who the ink-well -- who…
I'm honoured to share that my work is now part of Echoes of Lynch, a tribute exhibition hosted by Opale Art. It is a strange…
A four-line anti-manifesto. Into the Void
It goes something like this— it's all just piss into the void, really pretty patterns sometimes, maybe just a rhyme of hit and miss...
github.com/AndreClements/_loveLetterToTheAnarchy
`Anarchisms.myREADME.md` // A personal fork. // For navigating the maculate design. `DEFINITION` Anarchism: a pragmatic design, to hold a fragile, virtuous line. Not nihilism’s null,…
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It is an honour to be included in Echoes of Lynch, a tribute exhibition hosted by Opale Art. To have my work placed in dialogue…
A brief field report on structure, presence, and the ethics of showing up. Tonight, the first session of a new writing group gathers in my…
A gaze, a body set aflame— To burn through shadow, whisper their own name, and mean it. The paint, a storm. The photograph, a ghost.…
A non-linear index of poetic works, mapped by recurring gestures, tone, form, and conceptual focus. I. Poetics of Perception & Epistemic Tension returnRelation() (2025) Syntax-driven…
The Atlas-task remains: to see the lens while monsters born of null build their defense on grand narrative.js, declaring True, and sanction rage against the…
In the Crisis Year of Our Choosing, July Fourth Preamble When, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for a people to sever…

New visual art peer critique group. Small, focused, no gurus. Bring work, get feedback, offer yours. Every second Saturday evening in Randburg. Join the WhatsApp…

I'm starting a poetry prose and writing group. Meeting every second Friday evening, where people can meet and give and receive feedback on their writing.…
Most major art movements emerged from artists engaging with and challenging each other—through discussion, debate, shared exploration, and yes, some conflict. When we avoid that…
Author?Error.Glitch writes now.
Net 'n klein wit rolvan my planne hol, brein en kerk 'n skip,soos ’n hok wat skik, dubbel-laag-lekker wegholmet 'n klein wit rol. 'n laaste…

For those of us who work with physical paint, the palette is more than just a surface. It’s a laboratory — a crucible where potential…
D.J. Opperman’s Klipwerk poems—especially “Man met flits”—aren’t mere stylistic exercises. There’s something deeper at play, a philosophical charge that lingers. The image of the klein…
vir Pieter Hy het nie vir duidelikheid gebou nie—but for smoke.’n Spieël,half-glas, half-sluier,framed in tape and tremble. Kan jy jouself sienterwyl jy gesien word?Can you…
vir Pieter Hy het nie vir duidelikheid gebou nie—maar vir rook.’n Spieël,half-glas, half-sluier,omraam met tape en trilling. Kan jy jouself sienterwyl jy gesien word?Kan jy…
for Pieter He built not for clarity—but smoke.A mirror,half-glass, half-veil,framed in tape and tremble. Can you see yourselfwhile being seen?Can you speakas artifact? From cosmos…
As some of you may know, Pieter — quite bravely, I think — asked me to be the subject of a piece he created for…

A new series of one-off prints are in final stage of development. The series is tentatively titled ~ "Body Time: Fugitivity" An exploration of presence,…

(~ Another-one Good Times Here Again ~) 1.8 x 1.6 m x 5cm, oil on canvas, with banana. I'll not finish it for #killerqueen curated by Gordon…

, #oiloncanvas #painting for 'Killer Queen', curated by @gordartgallery @gordart_gallery_#KillerQueen #queen The Killer Queen exhibition will be held at The Viewing Room Art Gallery in Pretoria, South Africa from November 16, 2024…

André Clements: “I, for one, welcome our new machine collaborators.”* There’s a lot that is quite amazing, interesting and important about technology, some of it…

The generally accepted/postulated “principles of design” are of course something like, paraphrasing for the sake of my own interpretation and internalisation: Balance: The relation of…

Edition of 5 61 x 50 cm

MJ Study for Origin ...Thus a work of art is the climax of a long work of preparation. The artist takes from his surroundings everything…

Back to basics with a little (12 x 17 cm) wet-on-wet oil on gesso'd alu-panel exercise done along with Chris Fornataro- Paint Coach 's #paintweek…

Or, what my & J's offspring look like these days. Béo Nex

The Radical Artistry Life Drawing paradigm is a product of a rich theoretical framework, which draws from various disciplines and approaches, including the groundbreaking psychological…

MidJourney: /Imagine: Curveism, https://s.mj.run/dgyOV18aEJU https://s.mj.run/eOaeEnc3pow , Manifesto, Aesthetics, Straight Lines, Perspective, Relations of Power, Autopoiesis, Balance, Harmony, Moderation, Vita-socio-anarcho, Power, Art, Creativity, Relating, Desirable Outcomes,…

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You can now visit Herbert Evans art stores in Linden or Fourways to see this poster or pick up the flyer for Life Drawing Randburg.…
André Clements Abstract: This paper presents a method of adjusting the style and tone of conversations with the OpenAI's ChatGPT AI model by using an…

I've been experimenting with ways to 'tune' conversations with the 'AI' ChatGPT from OpenAi, that is, setting the style and other aspects quickly and easily…
I recently started working on articulating some ideas about #RadicalArtistry, and my inner programmer likes relatively 'tight' definitions, so for any of you who might…

'Jozi' a.k.a. Johannesburg, South Africa. An editioned artwork, composed of 12 MJ renders based on a layered photo collage as image prompt. Here are the…
A vast non-committal skystretches out pale coldpast shy clusters of cloud- even they fear the chillin their pointless paradeacross Guateng's dry wintercollage of smoky morningstraffic…
Fluffy white clouds overheadand around for miles,the mornings are — crispernow, and — better somehow.
dreams are not for catching,not with feathers and strings in your a i r y f a i r y ringsdreams are for the snatchingfor when you least…
Only the secrets you keep from yourself matter …where we shadows end and begin.‘O, I like these lines.’he wrote to me… an axis shining out…
the more I think through unthinkable things – the more I think of you dangerous - I knowthe tightrope remains inevitable hard codedto seek out…
so picturesquethis protocolic wordinessso utterly pointlesspractically meaninglessnot that meaning was everanything otherthan one another so we reap as we sowcoloured yarns aroundthese delicately boundnothings we…
your words are those of magicand your sentimental tricksI feel, suit the way you sing your eyes all elusiveand your facial diversionmatches your vocal sting…
(Welcome to this world) a fluid expanse of data gridswhere sets of informationtravel the same fabric they weave a reality of soundsshapes and shimmersbehind the…
Lift another glass into the lightin taste and ambience in deedblack, white and burgundyreflect around the candlelight A toast, a taste and teasedeliciously ambivalentcurvature and…
There is no end until it comesand then silence Perhaps it was a touch too muchor elsea bit too little beauty Was the dark to…
I bring regards from the nightand gifts, to the little onesin the corners of your mind Thanx for waitingthanx for trusting I come with scarsand…
Dwindling on (, ambling forth)a perpetual landscape's cleavagebehind(,) the next portrait(, a stolen glimps) Private images distilled (visions distilled)across frameworks 'f bridges or channelsover seas…
Rhythm with momentumskips a playful stumbleletting go, to findrhythm with momentum,and something new as well Return the beatrestore the score, and bandbrooding on the barren…
I sculpt a meticulous blurnothing solid, definitive with acida body paint portraittaller than myself you seem convinced:-nothing that's perfect is permanent-but then my dear, nor…
I've lost my rhythm'can't remember where or whenbut lose I did, and moresee rhythm needs momentum,and that I've lost as well. I've lost the beatconfused…
Other times,when demons do existHades is a spring carnival,compared to the chambers of my soulthe demon I adore the most,the infinite hands,forming hands forming handsof…
some thingscome together in waysthat are perfect, for an instant lucid beautycrystal enough to cutliquid enough to drink when this is all we wantand all…
I write more wordshanging around useless,sore words are simple words touching picturespieces of your past I light another cigarettelistening to your laughter,imagining yours'as pieces of…
Ek kyk op as ek lagvan die pyngenotom vreugde uit'e asemeffens te rukte voel en weet,dis amper weg.
Stil en statig sterkvors silhoeëtmet kleed en vlerk. Die glansende vlug'gebroke spiraal van seer, is die tragiese verhaal-ook hemelingeval.
Daar was drie wat dobbel,een met 'n skyf een met 'n diceen een met vlerke. Dit was 'n rustige werfeenkant 'n kraan eenkant 'n brakeenkant…
Kielie knyp knibbel,o'speel innie donker.Jou giggel het 'n vonkel,o'speel innie donker.
Hy was eers sy voete en handedan sy gesig,sien tevrede sy weerkaatsing. Hy hoor die klopen die stem"Act ten, final scene, last call." Hy sprei…
Goeters in die donker,wat eensaam sweefdwaas rondhangis buite vergete,half-droë wasgoed. (Vir dié in Hillbrow - en ander "bleek-gesigte")
Eindoplaas,Dag is gegaanal sy haas en al sy raastot vrede vergaan,helaasDag is gevaas
enkel mirage van vryheid,engel migael, van doem, (STOP) 'n dreuning wat kerfdie donder wat raas aleen op die werf;na die chaos, is alles te erg…
Drup, drup, don'erdrupeltjies donderweer weer en weer heen,heen en weer, weer ons wals, en walsin vurigeheen-en-weerlig- weer
'n Nag van 'n duisend skemersfluister oor die klippe,koppiesen walms lang die snelweg. Halms waai wind verstrooidin woord'lose nood,verlangeen walms langs die snelweg. Wolk en…
Wie lasste lag die wreedstehart se seerstedan salig die wesesonder pyn of vresewat onder lieg rus'n wete gesusrede gesmokelen sedes verbrokkelen dan lus,daarna geblusmekaar te…
Dans! dronk danser danstrap, op die spoke wat gilklanke, wat raas en rolwant die nag kom om,altyd weer te kom,duisel die stilte…Dans!
Do you dance?with devils in the desertand nomads of the nightwanderers wonderingat wonders of the world With beasts who bleedtheir travellers to tearsshadows swearingshades of…