The contemporary pop artist duo you need to have on your radar is the Tinker Brothers. Based out of Eindhoven, the Netherlands, their epic story began back in 2012 when both Liam and Noah quit their jobs and dropped out of their respective universities to pursue their dreams. Hard core. After some pyrotechnic purging they went rudimental, “all we had left were the essentials: passport, wallet, some clothes, a few books, torch, knife, notebook, laptop, phone, earphones, canteen and photo books.
The Tinker Brothers have a fire that continues to burn inside, and like many before, they had been too afraid to face it. They were done with the bullshit, the playing it safe, the suffering - pretending they were less than gods! So they set it ablaze, torched all the layers of false identities and every limiting belief about themselves and about what IS possible. Five years later, their art has a lot to say. About love, about the troubles in this world - its beauty and our place in it. About our dreams and potential, our heart and suffering. About truth - the things that are so goddamn hard to say, even though we are dying to say them. These things matter, and the Tinker Brothers don’t fucking dare to leave them unsaid.
Perhaps why, the bombastic voice of the Tinker Brothers resonates so poignantly is because of the graphic purity of minimalism. With the angst of the Futurists, they pack a punch that’s pure fire and traveling at the speed of light. The message is confronting and controversial, but the truth is a hard pill to swallow. With the aim to appease, they coax us with cartoons because they’re accessible, neutral and simple. The ubiquity of Mickey Mouse and Felix the Cat means that these characters, in and of themselves, have no meaning. It’s the context that gives meaning, and that’s their sweet spot, a way to show no fucks given without offense.
Needless to say, it was a perfect match when the brothers collaborated with the Public House of Art for ‘The Devil Inside Me’. What transpired is a - soon to be - iconic selection of art that embodies the spirit of the Tinker Brothers as they wage battle and dance with the three devils inside themselves. The rebel, questioning and revolting against established ideas and authority; the joker, speaking utter nonsense and ridiculing the seriousness of it all; and the poet, writing love letters to illuminate the subtleties of life. You’re in good company, guys!
Who or what is for you the personification of the Devil?
In short, we don’t take the Devil too seriously. Neither the old man in the sky. We see the game of black and white merely as a game; something we made up to keep ourselves entertained and asleep. It is a distorted view of reality, really. Or, as William Blake puts it; “If the doors of perception were cleansed, every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man closed himself up, till he sees all things thro’ narrow chincks of his cavern.”
When you see clearly, you will see that in reality, all opposites constitute one another. They are secretly one. There can be no good without bad, no winners without losers, no heaven without hell. What appears as chaos on one level, is harmony on a deeper lever. The devil is a joke.
What kind of Devil Inside you do you sometimes release?
How do you resist temptation?
We don’t. That’s the problem.
What is a guilty pleasure of yours?
Burning things, like paintings.
If the Apocalypse is imminent, what would you do your last day on Earth?
Hack into the world’s mayor television and radio broadcast mainframes and play George Michael’s Careless Whisper on repeat--- over, over, and over again. And drive off in our 599 GTO’s, into Yosemite Park, watching the star-filled night sky until the world bursts into oblivion.
What do you do when no one’s watching?
What is your favourite sexual position?
No sex until marriage *Liam clears throat*
Favourite curse word?
We don’t fucking curse.