SONJA DE BRUIN
Amsterdam - +31 6 46 09 72 35 - firstname.lastname@example.org
- 2017 Photography, Royal Academy of Art, The Hague.
- 2005 Media & Entertainment, Hogeschool InHolland, Diemen.
- 2017 Who’s your daddy? group exhibition Nieuwe Oogst 2017, Galerie Bart Amsterdam.
- 2017 Who’s your daddy? group exhibition Nieuwe Oogst 2017, Galerie Bart Nijmegen.
- 2017 Who’s your daddy? group exhibition Final Graduation, Royal Academy of Art, The Hague.
- 2017 Who’s your daddy? part of KABK – The power of the Single Image, Melkweg Expo, Amsterdam.
- 2016 “Je komt helemaal niet zo Marokkaans over” part of the FaMiLife-project,
Atrium, The Hague
De Grote Kerk, Groningen
European Parliament, Brussel
- 2016 Protect me from what I want, group exhibition Paradise, Royal Academy of Art, The Hague.
- 2014 Wherever I go, part of Car Art Festival, Delft.
Prizes and nominations:
2017 Nominated for Paul Schuitema Award for graduation project ‘Who’s your daddy?’.
(Academy prize for the departments Graphic Design, Interior Design and Photography)
- 2017 Projectmanager for the Royal Academy of Art graduation group exhibition The Power of
the Single Image, Melkweg Expo, Amsterdam.
- 2016 Projectmanager and photographer for the 30th Anniversary Book Hoge en Lage nummers,
Holland Casino, Amsterdam.
Who's your daddy?
My dad is a 65-year-old man who thinks every woman over 50 is an ugly old wrinkled corpse. He has a strong opinion about how women should look and behave in order to be attractive. Attractiveness being the most important feature of women, so he believes.
I myself am a 35-year-old woman heading towards becoming an ugly old wrinkled corpse.
Growing up with my dad I have unconsciously internalized his expectations of women, making it difficult, if not impossible, to find my own individual truth, or to take a genuine look in the mirror.
Together with my dad I try to investigate these expectations.
Where once his old-fashioned opinion had authority, now I sometimes giggle with disbelieve of what he has become; a historical character that seems to be losing the battle of my future me, or is he?
Protect me from what I want
My friends and I seem to be stuck in an availability of instant Paradise. We are intelligent, autonomous and free women who search for the Garden of Eden on command. We loose ourselves in music, dance, drugs and sex to create instant gratification. Are we afraid to grow up, to loose our youth? Are we afraid to miss out? Are we lonely souls looking for a connection to compensate for our individual journeys? We have careers, show up on Monday morning, are depressed on Tuesday and on Wednesday we start looking forward to the weekend that starts on Thursday night. We share intense moments with total strangers. In the morning light there is not much left but another party to go to. How do we balance the freedom we have with the needs we have?
In this era where we are individuals first, we have to figure out how to shape our life with the freedom we have. If it can be instant, why invest in a difficult relationship. But is instant enough? Where does the party end?
In this project I tried to visualise the search for, the experience of and ultimately the loss of these blissful moments of intense connection and happiness.
De kids van Oost
I can remember we had a big chest on the attic at home, filled with costumes and clothes to play dress-up. Me and my sister would play with these clothes for hours. My mother’s wedding dress was by far our favorite. All we could dream about was becoming an adult and be like our mother.
From around the age of 12 my opinion on what I wanted to wear became stronger. All of a sudden I felt the clothes my mother picked out for me were ugly and stupid. I became aware of my own identity, my femininity, sexuality and the opinions of the others.
With these portraits, I work with the influence on mother to daughter and the influence of representation and perception. I photographed these girls between the age of 11 and 14 years old in clothes in which they find themselves beautiful. Next I asked their mothers to bring clothes in which they themselves feel they look beautiful in. I made the girls play dress-up with the clothes and make-up of their mother and took their portrait again.