• Higop

    brooch 2019

    Higop

    zilver, polyester, pigment

    price on request

  • Suksana

    brooch 2019

    Suksana

    zilver, fluoriet

    price on request

  • Xili

    brooch 2019

    Xili

    zilver, chicken blood steen

    price on request

  • Kunwa

    brooch 2018

    Kunwa

    messing verguld, polyester, amber

    price on request

  • Sog

    brooch 2019

    Sog

    zilver, polyester, amber

    price on request

  • Sani

    brooch 2019

    Sani

    zilver, polyester, pigment

    price on request

  • Hut

    brooch 2019

    Hut

    zilver, polyester, amber

    price on request

  • Tsotsa

    brooch 2019

    Tsotsa

    zilver, polyester, loodpigment

    price on request

  • Emme

    brooch 2018

    Emme

    zilver, polyester, amber

    price on request

  • Kyuin

    brooch 2019

    Kyuin

    zilver, polyester, vermiljoen

    price on request

  • Imemine

    brooch 2019

    Imemine

    zilver, jade

    price on request

  • Suchan

    brooch 2019

    Suchan

    zilver verkoperd, polyester, pigment

    price on request

  • Aspirazione

    brooch 2019

    Aspirazione

    zilver, polyester, vermiljoen

    price on request

Tentoonstellingen

23 02 2019 — 30 03 2019

RUUDT PETERS Suctus

Zigong asked: 'What do you think of me?' Master replied: 'You are a vessel.' Zigong: 'What kind of vessel?' Master responded: 'A sacrificial vase of jade' (Confucius)

Suctus

Ruudt Peters could be called a gardener of fields of tension. Everyone who has met him has felt his boiling energy. He never enters the arena quietly, always with a bang and a roar. The same uncompromising and self-defeating passion guides his creative work. Yet Ruudt’s jewellery is never visually loud. Having internalised the energy, it stands as silent witness to the past. Looking at Ruudt’s work, it feels as if the smoke and dust from a meteor impact have just dispersed and settled and the ground is giving off heat from the trauma. It’s like the moment after the final crash when the silence is deafening. Silently, the brooches of the 'Suctus' series invoke past dramas like the grey plaster bodies from Pompeii excavations. The drama is finished, the tension remains. Ruudt knows how to use the words of the past in a language of the future.

It is as if Ruudt had coded symbols hidden from us within 'Suctus'. The Cabalist system of 'Sefiroth', the chopped-up crucifixes of 'Corpus', the phalluses of 'Lingam' lend themselves to interpretations with more ease, whereas 'Suctus' remains cryptic. But feels that through the 'Suctus' brooches Ruudt is referring to something more universal than the teachings of a specific religion. Just as all languages originate from a common language before the Tower of Babel; like all religions, when picked apart, lead us to the same primal god; just like before all states and nations a primal human existed somewhere in a primordial cradle, Ruudt, too, speaks about the primal source and essence of human souls.

Looking at the hollow forms of Ruudt’s brooches, a question arises – what is more important, the vessel or the space inside the vessel? Our life from birth to death is intertwined with various vessels, corpora, shells and nests, but the principle remains the same. There’s something that holds and something that is held. An interior and an exterior. A keeper and a dissolver. A separator and the separated. A sustainer and the sustained. Vessels and funnels are like ravenous mouths that suck down and devour everything offered to them. In some of the 'Suctus' brooches protective walls have been removed. Only the insides remain. Bodies of water framed by imaginary borders. Tones of approaching sunset and crimson. But mostly deep blacks and opaque glimmers of late summer bog lakes and a murky barely tangible depth. Dull watery milk tones blend into dark mature layers. Like bog lakes they entice you to dive into an unknown darkness. Once surrendered to the seducing powers of 'Suctus', is there a way back? The worst that could happen is you return exactly the same person as when you entered.

Urmas Lüüs 
(© Galerie Rob Koudijs)