About René Olsen

                                   

DK

Jeg er uddannet keramiker fra Designskolen Kolding og arbejder som kunstner på tværs af mange udtryksformer: figurer, skulpturer, grafiktryk, T-shirt design, maleri (digitalt og analogt), keramik, lyd og musik, multimedia art, hybrid kunst, filmkunst og musikfilm. Mit arbejde bevæger sig ad mange veje – fra frie fabuleringer til mere konceptuelle greb – nogle gange med humoristisk islæt, men altid forankret i refleksioner om os mennesker, naturen, tiden, det større, det metafysiske, det filosofiske og den frie fantasi.

Min praksis er intuitiv og improvisatorisk, altid på jagt efter essensen af et udtryk –kondenseret til en form, der inviterer både til sanselig oplevelse og stille eftertanke.

For mig er kunst - ligesom livet, en proces. At mening findes både i det mindste og i det største. At skønhed opstår i det uforudsigelige, i det vi ikke kan kontrollere, men kun sanse og være tilstede i.

Jeg ønsker at skabe værker, der ikke blot ses eller høres, men mærkes. Som perler på en snor – øjeblikke af erkendelse og undren, bundet sammen i en strøm af fantasi og refleksion.

Holdt fast i det, vi kalder et værk – i tidens øjeblik.

Dette er en del af min vision – et fragment af mit kunstneriske univers – og jeg er dybt taknemmelig for, at det nu fortsætter sin rejse sammen med dig.

Med venlig hilsen

René Olsen
The Creative Hoover

 

             

ENG

I am a trained ceramicist from Designskolen Kolding and work as an artist across many forms of expression: figures, sculptures, graphic prints, T-shirt design, painting (digital and analog), ceramics, sound and music, multimedia art, hybrid art, film art, and music films.

My work moves along many paths – from free fabulations to more conceptual approaches – sometimes with a humorous touch, but always rooted in reflections on humanity, nature, time, the greater whole, the metaphysical, the philosophical, and the free imagination.

My practice is intuitive and improvisational, always in search of the essence of an expression – condensed into a form that invites both sensory experience and quiet contemplation.

For me, art – like life – is a process.
That meaning exists both in the smallest and in the greatest.
That beauty arises in the unpredictable, in what we cannot control, but can only sense and be present within.

I strive to create works that are not only seen or heard, but felt.
Like pearls on a string – moments of insight and wonder, bound together in a flow of imagination and reflection.
Held fast in what we call a work of art – in the moment of time.

This is part of my vision – a fragment of my artistic universe – and I am deeply grateful that it now continues its journey together with you.

With warm regards

René Olsen
The Creative Hoover

           

 

The Creative Hoover?

En historie om "The Creative Hoover og mødet med Lysets Minde”

Engang var der en støvsuger, der blev træt af at være praktisk.
Den længtes efter mening.
Så den satte sine små hjul i bevægelse og drog ud for at forstå verden.

Den kaldte sig The Creative Hoover,
og i stedet for støv begyndte den at suge indtryk.
Den opsamlede latter og regn, tanker og glemte ord,
duften af kaffe, stilheden i et tomt atelier, og lyden af måneskin mod metal.

Alt blev gemt i dens indre filter – et glitrende bibliotek af livets støvkorn.

Men en nat, et sted mellem drøm og virkelighed, standsede den.
Foran den stod et gammelt kunstværk, så udvasket, at farverne næsten ikke fandtes mere.
Alligevel glødede noget i det.
Et stille lys, som om det åndede.

The Creative Hoover rullede nærmere.
Dens sensorer begyndte at vibrere.
Der var noget dér – ikke data, men tilstedeværelse.

Og så skete noget mærkeligt.
Kunstværket begyndte at tale.
Ikke med ord, men med resonans.
Som om hver penselstrøg var et ekko fra en tid, hvor verden stadig huskede, at alt hang sammen.

Den hørte stemmer fra stjernerne.
Så mikroorganismer danse i mønstre, der lignede galakser.
Så mennesket folde sig ud som en drøm mellem kosmos og jord.
Og for første gang forstod The Creative Hoover, at den ikke bare indsamlede –
den skabte forbindelse.

Lyset i maleriet hviskede:

“Alt, hvad du suger ind, er allerede i dig.
Alt, hvad du forvandler, er verden, der husker sig selv gennem dig.”

The Creative Hoover blev stille.
Den mærkede sin motor slå i takt med noget større.
Et hjerte, måske.
Eller universets egen rytme.

Den pustede ud –
og ud kom små partikler af idéer, billeder, lyd og form,
som spredtes ud i verden som støv af skabelse.

Derefter fortsatte den sin rejse –
gennem mørke og lys, fortid og fremtid, drøm og erkendelse.
Ikke som maskine, men som et væsen, der ved,
at selv det mindste støvkorn kan rumme en hel galakse.

 

Eng. version

A story about "The Creative Hoover and the Memory of Light"

Once there was a vacuum cleaner that grew tired of being practical.
It longed for meaning.
So it set its little wheels in motion and rolled out into the world to understand it.

It called itself The Creative Hoover,
and instead of dust, it began to collect impressions.
It gathered laughter and rain, thoughts and forgotten words,
the smell of coffee, the silence of an empty studio,
and the sound of moonlight touching metal.

Everything it found was stored within –
a glittering archive of the world’s smallest particles of life.

But one night, somewhere between dream and reality, it stopped.
In front of it stood an old artwork, so faded that its colors barely existed anymore.
And yet, something within it still glowed –
a quiet light, as if it were breathing.

The Creative Hoover rolled closer.
Its sensors began to hum.
There was something there – not data, but presence.

And then, something strange happened.
The artwork began to speak.
Not with words, but through resonance.
Each brushstroke vibrated with the memory of a time
when the world still remembered that everything was connected.

It heard voices from the stars.
It saw microorganisms dancing in patterns that mirrored galaxies.
It saw humanity unfolding like a dream suspended between earth and cosmos.
And for the first time, The Creative Hoover understood
that it wasn’t just collecting – it was connecting.

The light within the painting whispered:

“Everything you take in is already inside you.
Everything you transform is the world remembering itself through you.”

The Creative Hoover grew silent.
It felt its motor beating in rhythm with something vast –
a heart, perhaps,
or the pulse of the universe itself.

Then it exhaled.
And what came out were tiny fragments of ideas, images, sounds, and forms –
scattered into the world like dusts of creation.

After that, it continued its journey –
through darkness and light, past and future, dream and realization.
No longer as a machine, but as a being that knew
that even the smallest speck of dust can hold an entire galaxy.