A Bike called Dolf

v 1.0

Progress Update: Launch 01

About the overall idea of this project, one would like to keep the other somewhat in the blue until there's a bit more to show for.

Wukulele Festival

Even though customs decided not to let our lovely Shelley into the country. We still were able to have a bit of musical fun with Yan Yalego.







Thank you Yan!!

Saltprint updates

Too bad that the camera couldn't catch them properly. They're all saltprints mounted on brown plexiglass. Everything was done on a home with a Rolleiflex on b/w 120 film, as was the development (hurray for a square meter toilet).

CBG

Since school decided to postpone for another week, I took my chances and built me a CigarBox Guitar... It's a 3-stringer made from a cigarbox (no shit!), old tuner with odd buttons (from an old Solina organ's controlpanel), a lock, a piezo, small bits of wood, and garden fence pole and a potmeter (also from the Solina)... so hurray, hurray, the first instrument I can hook up to an amp.

Why so happy? Well... it's the first one that doesn't look nor sound like crapule.





Thanks to Shelley for the cigarbox.

Saltprints No.2

After dangerous attempts to capture some images on paper finally the heroic attempts have turned out into efforts.

Shot them with a Kiev88 (Thanks Crispijn), next time one will try to post them framed, and in an even more distant future shot with an FDK (HURRY UP CUSTOMS(#)UQTO).

More work needs to be done

Guess I have to start learning how to play banjolin.



Oh well...

Older polaroids

I came across www.polanoid.net where a few of my older polaroids are posted. Bored? Cliquez ici.

One that's gonna get away

Boredom + Weekend + Internet = Ebay

And I whish I'd never done it, because ever since I've found it I've been looking it up every few hours. If you would want to know what I love... THIS is what I absolutely love:


Favilla Teardrop 1920's

With only 1 day and 12 hours remaining, I keep looking at my sad, sobbing bankaccount.

The housemates

For my minor photography I made 3 potraits of my housemates. Shot with a Kiev88 on 120film. That ought to be all I'd have to say about the architect, the jeweler and the artist.




Printed on 40x40cm Fuji Pearl

Thanks for posing Lori, Milan and Crispijn. And thanks for the camera Crispijn!

Le grandeur d'ukulele

Finally! FINALLY! I'm done! Ahhh! All the pain and suffering, bruises, cuts, burns, severed limbs, hairloss, chemicals inhaled are over. For now that is.

It's all worth it. Starting out probably around february or march 2009 I came into contact with my next door neighbours. Well Marko & Shelley subtly pushed me towards the Ukeboxal ways and voila, I can present you 3 ukes (of which 2 in tune and one having a tendency towards sitar/zen/singing bowl)



Contestant number one originates partialy from Italia being an olive oil tin can, the neck and head are made from hardwood and notably made from scratch. Originally I'd put wooden sticks in for tuners but that wouldn't fly all that well so I wrecked the old tuners for a banjitar. It's quirky feature is that because the neck is on a bendable surface I had to strap it down, thus coming to the idea of putting a spanny-thingy (don't have the slightest idea how to call it) so you can adjust the height of the strings towards/away from the neck. It also makes and excellent tremolo.
Contestant number two is made from old computercasing, a steel pipe and some crap metal. It fitted with steel strings, can be used for weightlifting, makes a great slide ukulele, but actual playing it is messed up.
Contestant number three is affectionately dubbed Kraftwagenverbandkastenukulele. Made out of a first aid kit and a salvaged ukuleleneck. The bridge is an old syringe tube. The soundhole was made sweet love to by a Bosch electric drill and a random wooddrill.



If you yourself are that sweet to have read this heapload of text, I will love and cherish you forever.

What to do on a Saturdaynight?

Ooh! I know, play washtub in 'de Ooievaar' with the neighbours dearest.



Little bit muffled sound, but with some decent speakers you ought to manage. (or turn up the bass)
Thanks to Marko & Shelley!

Looks like we got ourselves some catchin' up to do: Bittersweet Colt Remmington

In an academic assigment dubbed 'Plaats Delictcious' (combination of crimescenes and foodrecipes), one of the products was a Chocolate Colt Remmington. Only thing to say about it is that it tasted well enough to translate into a belly-ache.

Looks like we got ourselves some catchin' up to do: Ushanka (Russian fur hat)

Recycled a mink fur coat, because it'd probably only look good on a pimp so at least the Mrs. will be warm this winter. Yet again artsy/crafsty, but not shame whatsoever.

Looks like we got ourselves some catchin' up to do: Kaiser

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Looks like we got ourselves some catchin' up to do: Angel of something

This dates way back to days of yore, when mother dearest painstakingly gave me her Singer.

So here's a farty-craftsy stencil I did. I'll be politicaly correct and say no more.

Look like we got ourselves some catchin' up to do: Coffee Bass

One findeth one box for coffee and one ripeth out one supportbeam out of the gardenfence. And taketh a rusty pipe and maketh a CoffeeBass.

It's still in progress (the comb needs to be mended and gotta shave some pegs), but it sure does look hella nifty (if I may so).

Look like we got ourselves some catchin' up to do: Air Organ

For all you people would like a good old hurtin' once in a while.

Feast your eyes on a project I'd spent buckloads of time on for a project. Intentionally it had to become a windorgan, powered by a few HP engine to play on a metal fencing. Unfortunately I ran out of time (i didn't manage to deliver enough HP) and since I had to carry the damn thing, weighing in at a firm 150kg, on wheels, to school (2,5 kilometres), I left it a school and that why this project is marked: FAIL







My sincere apologies to Dion, why was going to play it at a performance, I WILL redeem myself!

Spray Paint'n

Yeah. That's the ticket!

All set up to survive.

Picture courtesy: HRH v. Vlerken

Hankdrum: Finished

Bend, grind, smoothen, weld... sounds gay, sure as heck ain't!




(made out of: plumbing pipes, a butane tank and some rubber from a bikewheel)