Anne ten donkelaar biography

Gut is a weird concept. It’s a biological location, but it’s also an abstract word for something nobody knows how to describe, we just know that it’s important. We are supposed to follow our guts.

Listen to our guts. I get annoyed when people use phrases like “I love your guts out” or “I’m going to run my guts rotten” because nobody would ever say “I love your pancreas out” or “I’m going to run my mental and emotional meridian rotten.”

It just doesn’t work like that.

When I was in art school there was a more-than-slightly obnoxious Scottish drawing instructor who liked to torment his students into “drawing from the gut” which usually meant looking at your finished work while getting yelled from behind one ear, in the path projectile spittle, eventually leading to a saliva drenched canvas.

One time he made everyone in class draw trees while holding conte crayo