ZOEK LOOK

ZOEK LOOK

captured light

captured light

believe in Beauty, flashing senses
it takes courage to see sensuality
zoek a look
sensuous sentence, offers a pattern
simplifying simulation every stone in a Bubble
zoek a look

standing still

stil 

drop without an ocean, no flow of quadrant
a distant tree, whispering names on your way
zoek a look
across silent breaks
its in your hands, under your feet flowing in your ears
zoek a look

what goes around comes around

what goes around comes around

there over there
whiteout a whisper following maze
zoek a look
around description
saying nothingness
zoek a look

it hurts

it hurts

Dottle over a road, of mystery meaningless tread
tired march of stems
zoek a look
wisps makes you go
used to empty rooms, no matter what you do
zoek a look

saampjes

saampjes

locked away rocks
freak window seal leaking dreams
zoek a look
drop by drop, lash-hold of the scream bird
leave window by horsehairs
zoek a look
purple shoes as wings

wings in your eyes

wings in your eyes

A certain dream while walking along in different shoes around different times into different landscapes. Holding my camera in my hand.

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dabe-art.org

STORY WHEEL

STORY WHEEL

The concept of a garden as a piece of art will be discussed for many years to come. The Japanese see gardens as art, no discussions there any more.

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Zen-Scape inspired by Japanese gravel gardens

We from Dabe-Art were talking about it; you can’t answer this question without talking about the criteria for art. Creativity would be a number one, unusual would be an other, using material in a different way and last but not least a thinking behind it (intellectual). For many people art ends by making something beautiful (aesthetic) for us at Dabe-Art it is more than creating something pretty.
When Derek Jarman made his garden in the last years of his life his aim was not beauty, he used different materials, not just plants, he had an idea  which developed while making the garden. The garden he created became art and people use it as an example for a garden as art.

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Vision 2004

Like any art a garden start with a base, the soil is for the gardener what an empty canvas is for a painter, or a block of clay for a sculptor. Before we create our art we work on the base,  the empty area. On the moment i work on the soil and like other artists while working on the empty the filling happens in the head.
A criteria for art we forgot is passion, if you don’t have the passion you will loose it already while making the empty base. The passion will filter through and makes it all worth doing.
You can understand why the Japanese gardeners made the weeding into something special, something creative, while weeding they create certain patterns otherwise their gravel would be hidden under a shower of greenery. The gravel gardens they made have inspired many gardeners for centuries, including myself.

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wheel at the walled garden 1997

While reading Earthly Joy written by Philippa Gregory, about a famous English gardener and wanderer John Tradescant, it came to my mind to write a life story as a garden.
An autobiography written through landscapes into a garden landscape.
The soil from the garden gets shaped in an old design “The Wheel” a large circle divided in 8 triangels leading to an inner circle, like a wagon wheel. You will find the design in many old cultures around the globe. Each triangel of the Story Wheel will tell a story of a place where i lived during my life, reflecting how that place shaped experiences.

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the Story Wheel where old and new will meet

The stories start at, yep the East, as there the day start as well as the night, sunrise, moonrise. Each triangle will hold a tree connecting the triangle to the place it describes. When all the flesh melts from the bones them trees will grow on and on changing the face of the land, hiding the written stories.

While weeding away, to have my blank canvas, my mind wanders to all them places and the piece, triangle by triangle starts to live and get filled.

So a new piece of Land Art began, which will grow on for many years to come just like many of my other Land Art.

You can follow here how it slowly but certainly take shape and how the creative story evolves.

 

MEEUWEN IN DE TUIN

SCHIMMEN SPELL

coincidence of no focussing camera
macro point of view
into infinity

eyes

eyes

TOEVALLIG
FORTUITOUS

unexpected random appearance
don’t like
record of time
waving by on constant
grommmrrrrr
looking for silence sight
finding literature gardens
standing in black past

black sight

black sight

ONVOORZIEN
ACCIDENTAL

observant mind draws an other
picture
alert neglect
movement flows in air
float on water
leaving no remark

schimmen spel

schimmen spel

ONWILLEKEURIG
UNWITTINGLY

it goes shining over dreams
inspirational Blues
seeding representation under
Windlight sims
mention in passing fine lines
divide us

what you see    what i see

what you see what i see

LUKRAAK
HAPHAZARDLY

a camera alone will never do it
eyes will not see it
together they show a screen

mP

Inspired by
http://www.moewenglanz.de

TAIL OF HORSE

TAIL OF A HORSE

go where one can go

go where one can go

looking for stillness amongst sounds
of constant going
squeal over iron, rubber tackling asphalt

the surprise from a crossing horse
across flowing mist shelter
chestnut trees

ssstttt

ssstttt

cannot believe my luck
hoef niet bang te zijn on the streaming desperate
motion
purple stains old punk passing tail trail fail
no more

lets tale away in mystical devotion
over river stows silence remains
by the lone wooded strain, do not come my way

eye aye

eye aye

the morning sun wake endless shakes, it will not follow you
beams into shrinking themes go under ageing agent tree
it seems free to go
silently

cannot see, really feel very strange
the sun is here where the Hawthorn left, the Elder follows
pigeon flies over horse trail Chestnut

monet

monet moment

very soon they all come out
despairing my lost moment
tires overshadow birdsong, running way, running away
i do not want to stay, minding bones
its all so strange, do not feed the animals, do not flee the peace, do not flea the peas

horse SUN

horse SUN

mAgdA

17 June 2015

Hemel Hempstead

TRAIL

TRAIL

TRAIL

TRAIL

How she sank and sank like a reverse volcano, a shrinking mountain going down, flowing over water disappearing word, movement alters a certain swing, shift direction, she twist around her letters forming drifting sand

she coils, she wind, she never turn again
that mountainary plunge

she goes deep deep deep down her track
that mountainary path

she moves over over over on the other site
that mountainary push

she flows deeper deeper deeper down inside
that mountainary probe

she streams firmly firmly firmly folding over
that mountainary process

she drifts tough tough tough tumbling away
that mountainary poke

she beached her central part rolling over finalising edge where will she go, where will she grow, sinking sand, a trail of a short tale lowering down a turning page, lowering down a flowing line leaving just a guess of an ending below stirred surface, she face a certain way, flowing sand, flowing image

a poem connected to a land art project Written Water made with paper and sand in the canal

PLUNGE

PLUNGE

MOTION

MOTION

write it down

write it down

from here we slowly set of too much illusion
and from this we go further to nowhere no weather stopping us no movement
from here as well we go looking at very little motions
and from here we go towards hulling over an otherwise rise in movement
from no motion to slowly an action forwards perhaps  perhaps first a bit back flow towards
progress passing the onwards section on movement touching the flowing source of life
emotional manoeuvre  no hurry just go on swinging on current solution
tendency touch me stirring an inner connection from advance thinking
over to development  feelings  inspiring bustle
effecting the fluctuation she becomes excited an idea in movement
act upon herself reliance perhaps
a trend flows over in time running past all possible illusions
moving going going yet never ask where?
she will go as long the unfixed stays around she feels good
a propel behind her steers her in no correction go her own
no development she sees as her own prospect
she shift fast just goes on her current
her vision on nothing push forwards a momentum
a short slow moment in motion perhaps slow motion
you think to see her yet she disappear to nowhere
lets poke her prod her poke the site and
go on move further she goes and you go and all together
we move creating movement within agitation so to say
moment after moment we created last moment on a mountain
moving over a low hanging branch as we go on and on no stopping
over and over we never stand still until it is pop
late yet it was the moment of my life flow
that life is to show to go on
stand

motion

motion

My first experiment of writing poetry in a different more visual way. The poem was written with the idea in my mind of the never ending running of our society never having time or taking time to stand still. The lines went in circles endless circles and i just kept on writing what ever came to my mind.

YEAR CONTEMPLATIONS

YEAR CONTEMPLATIONS

tunnel

tunnel

It was a floating year with changing water,
brown to black sometimes a bit of blue and see-through
and one moment just teal.

teal

teal

A journey with tree planting inside trees,
around trees, under trees,
floating trees finding their destinations in the soil of choice.

oaks

oaks

An expedition of rock collecting,
rock finding, rock digging,
pebbles scrubbing, colour dreming,
root rocks, soft rocks,
sculptured stones all on a roof top,
all displaced along the way by the planted tree.

tock de rock

tock de rock

A wander through water,
over water, under water,
raising water, tumble water,
shallow water to discover a new element.

yearaqua

A trek of freedom discovery,
past origination, forgotten stations,
hidden glory, silty stories,
sudden fading of layered horizontally.

freedom

freedom

A roving moment leaving the old harbour,
well behind the stored ships,
to enter deep sense oeuvre, daunting remakes,
what is behind does not remain.

de alvracht drie

de alvracht drie

A float surrounded by circles,
finding the inner coir,
displacing the outer mind as water becomes the soil,
linger to be silent drifting joy,
revealing miracles.

SPIRAL JOURNEY

SPIRAL JOURNEY

The next year celebration into a new direction
Spiral Journey
made without solitude engaging attitude.

happy NEW year