I’m exhibiting work at the Jepson Center in Savannah, until February 27.

A Dutch-Brazilian artist based in New York, Ra­faël Rozendaal introduces himself as “a visual artist who uses the internet as his canvas.” The first artist to sell websites to private collectors, Rozendaal attracts international attention for his ability to transition internet art into physi­cal settings and objects. For PULSE, Rozendaal presents a dual projection installation of the website Looking at Something, which allows users to change the weather from sunshine to a thunderstorm. The exhibition also includes se­lected interactive websites from the past dozen years which suggest imagery from animated cartoons to abstract painting.

problems

not fun

sucks

I made a new website: Deep Sadness .com

Code by Reinier Feijen

It lacks courage. It’s ugly. It’s conformist. It’s safe. It’s too easy. It’s decorative. It’s predictable. Deja vu. It’s obvious. It’s unoriginal. It lacks vision. It lacks emotion. It’s too emotional. It’s too personal. I don’t connect with it. It doesn’t surprise me. It’s dry. It’s pedantic. It’s too logical. It doesn’t make any sense. It makes too much sense. It’s repulsive. It’s nauseating. I hate it. More of the same. No innovation. It looks like vomit. It hurts my eyes. It makes me sad. It’s ignorant. It’s primitive. It’s banal. It’s too glossy. It’s too polished. It needs polishing. It lacks technique. It doesn’t do anything for me. It’s trendy. It won’t last. It’s fragile. It confuses me. It’s design. It’s theater. It’s illustration. It’s an effect. It lacks depth. It’s cold. There’s no content. There’s no concept. Too conceptual. It’s too pretty. There’s no narrative. It’s boring. It’s clumsy. It’s too much. It’s elitist. It’s populist. It’s crap. It’s not art. It’s too artistic. It’s vile. It lacks poetry. I don’t believe in it. It’s empty. It’s awful. I can’t stand it. I never want to see it again. It’s vulgar. It’s retarded. It’s a cliche. I’m disappointed. It’s racist. It’s sexist. It’s classist. It’s nerdy. It pisses me off. It’s too heady. It’s too smart. It’s not gonna go anywhere. It’s academic. It’s dead. It’s irrelevant. It’s not contemporary. It’s uninteresting. It doesn’t have any meaning. It’s too commercial. It’s tacky. It’s a scam. It’s miserable. It’s exploitative. It’s negative. It’s fake. It’s not critical. It’s not aware. It’s too ironic. It’s appalling. It’s derivative. It’s annoying. It’s atrocious. It’s naive. It’s immature. It’s childish. It’s insufferable. It’s lazy. It’s convoluted. It’s contrived. It’s bloated. It’s unnecessary. I don’t trust it. I don’t get it. Whatever.

i wish

i could make a living

from writing haiku

I have always been interested in the space between painting and animation. The concentration of painting, the liveliness of the moving image. I operate in the area between those two.

Our relationship with the moving image is changing. They surround us, a bit more every day.

I imagine we will live in a world where there is no difference between a screen or any other surface. Any surface can change at will.

It is this feeling, or expectation, that drives me to create moving images.

what you have

what you want

what you need

now

later

too late

green tea

in a white cup

with a blue line

sun rises

sun sets

repeat

thank you

for reading

this

hopefully, one day

i will make something truly

amazing

“Misery”, new song by our band Cold Void

waiting

waiting

waiting

On the occasion of JODI’s exhibition at Mama Rotterdam, I created a movie.

It’s a screenrecording of me browsing their chaotic body of work,
checking which works are still online, which works still run, exploring…

Hope u like it!