ARTIST PROFILE

Inge Trienekens

  • Netherlands (b. 1987 in Groningen)
  • Currently in Madrid, Spain.
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  • 2015
  • Analogue Photograph
  • horse - thumbnail house - thumbnail tree - thumbnail bird - thumbnail round - thumbnail waterfall  - thumbnail window - thumbnail moon - thumbnail pig - thumbnail bricks - thumbnail sky - thumbnail fly - thumbnail zigzag  - thumbnail castle - thumbnail rocks - thumbnail wave - thumbnail garden - thumbnail reflect - thumbnail sunscreen  - thumbnail trunk  - thumbnail detail - thumbnail palmtree  - thumbnail open - thumbnail forest - thumbnail portrait - thumbnail  - thumbnail clouds - thumbnail headless - thumbnail bear - thumbnail butcher - thumbnail roof - thumbnail landscape - thumbnail head - thumbnail paint - thumbnail rhino - thumbnail dog - thumbnail corner - thumbnail sun - thumbnail palm - thumbnail wall - thumbnail

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    The Mystery Of Things | 2015

‘Are we trapped in a perfect world?’ --- With this project I try to make sense out of this life and to confront this thing we call: ‘the real world’. My generation, the so-called Y-generation, has high expectations from the world around them but mainly from themselves. The search of our own identity, finding happiness and to get satisfaction from what we do in life, creates this thin & anxious line between perfection and imperfection. There is this constant presence of insecurities, expectations and disappointments. All this pressure leads that one third of the people with a burnout in the Netherlands are amongst my generation. Sometimes it is hard to look beyond just that one moment. My art allows me to escape from this reality. With my work I take myself out of this “real” world and I try to take the viewer along with me on this journey. A world in which it does not matter if you live up to any expectations, anything could be nothing, nothing could be anything. Reality can be fiction and fiction can be reality, impossible things can seem possible and possible things can seem impossible. This leaves me wondering about where reality ends and imagination begins?