ZOEK LOOK

ZOEK LOOK

captured light

captured light

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

stil 

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

what goes around comes around

there over there
whiteout a whisper following maze
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around description
saying nothingness
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it hurts

it hurts

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

saampjes

locked away rocks
freak window seal leaking dreams
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drop by drop, lash-hold of the scream bird
leave window by horsehairs
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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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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.

 

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

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17 June 2015

Hemel Hempstead

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At the moment I am working on two small poetry books which will be sold along the canals.
The question came up: should poetry be self explanatory, so people will read and understand about what you are writing? Shall Poetry be made according to the rules and regulations of language – grammar and spelling  – or can the poet just play with words?
The discussion came about due to a line in one of my poems were it looked as if the word “leave” should have been “leaf”. My answer is: it can be both, both meanings, whatever you want. When you read it in the context of the poem it even can be both, but I spelled it as leave meaning departure.
Leave has several other meanings like holiday, farewell, exit, goodbye and leave as a verb has similar meanings; depart, go, retire, pull out, set sail, abandon and next to it you have ‘leave out’  which means exclude.
In the poem:  “Where the leave touches the stream” followed by “soft reflection drifting into a motion of no direction” So it cold be both a leaf from the tree just fallen in the canal, or a departure or even a holiday. That makes it, in my opinion, special; that makes it literary art created with words, being creative with words.
If text needs to explain something you should not be creative with words but weigh the meanings of the words and use them in a clear matter.

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old text Cathach of St. Columba

The druid in Celtic society, as the wise people, memorised their knowledge in the form of verse and poetry. These poems are not self explanatory but a way to train your memory as the Celts didn’t use books or script to store their knowledge like the Romans did.
When we look at these old poems, specially those that were written down in Ireland, we will be puzzled as time changes language. A language is not static, so the text can’t be a true text and will always be interpreted. Even more so when a text is translated in an other language.
We use language mainly as a form of communication. Art can become a form of communication but also can be open to the imagination, poetry can be imaginable, being dream like – even unreal – that shows the beauty of poetry and language: using words in a dream like way to stimulate the readers imagination.
Language can be just like a picture we all see it in a different way, as Rene Magritte said: “this is not a pipe” under a picture of a pipe.

My poetry will be with a photo but the poem doesn’t explain the picture, both will show a way of seeing. The human imagination comes in many shapes and forms and we shouldn’t be afraid of it. Some of my poems show how I see the photo, or the moment the photo was taken this doesn’t mean that you should see it in the same way as me. The title of one book is; “the little book of drops” yet every drop shows a lot more than just a drop of water.

Sparkle

Dusky glimmer in the rain     
gives a dashing stroke without a brush,  
to avoid the flashing witty twinkle

The dropping becomes the prism without the cutting edge     
The colour palette holds the Rainbow against the light

The beast gets a revelation on her hair   
No more hiding away in the dark corner

She slowly wander to the glowing ball of water,    
hangs on while it falls from the movement of her legs,     
a lost tick

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What do you think?

WÅNDERLUST

WÅNDERLUST

floating where the wild roses grow
drifting along the edge of time
reflecting motion

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Where the leave touches the stream
soft mirror moving into a motion of no direction
playing with words of an other showing
where movement sees no end

Sweet smell of relieve
the oak tree bongos against the white shadow of a dream
let it come, let it go
the white bones on a tow embankment
with no cash,   machine
a string quartet of dead reflection

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The last flatter before becoming a meal
the food is in you
downsize a system under bridge four
Nothing but an Elder bush
see the sky falling in a stream of mud
floating life of planting a 1000 trees along the edge
every tree a sentence of a water dream
nobody can even break it as it flows away from any attempt

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Every one want to see the picture, not the dot of a detail
getting a slight impression of a wild rose
swan antenne
well Caroline had that sorted
its all water under the bridge
as the tiller swings
she is in
rising slowly above bridge five
Close the doors Emmy

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a new home a new life a new gallery in the making as the market made it impossible to be small we bought a boat and drifted into an other realm to start trading as artists, to who ever will pass by
this is the beginning of a making of a gallery, which is a home and a piece of art
we all will find a way, one day, to beat the system

touch gallery became WÅNDERLUST
dAbe Art will be steering her
sorry it took me so long to come back but the water took me and brought me
there were the wild roses grow

Tree Art or the Tree as an Artist

Tree Art; the art of creating a tree, or art made with a tree, or the art made by a tree.

the artist the Beach tree

the artist the Beach tree

From a distance it looks just like any other tree you just past, however on the moment, you stand still and look, something more comes looking around the corner than just a tree.
The instant becomes a growing gallery of artistic work with more than just one aspect. One tree, once planted by somebody in the woods, started to grow and alter her own appearance, her own beauty.
The viewer looks and says out loud now; “How did she do that”this is certainly seen as a sign of good art, by many people in the art world.
It isn’t art to make something of which everybody says; how clever, it is an art to make something you don’t understand. (Het is geen kunst om iets te maken waarvan iedereen zegt wat knap het is eenkunst om iets te maken waarvan jezelf niets snapt. Herman van Veen)

How did she do that?

How did she do that?

Have a good look at the above photo and see how the tree grew an ‘armrest’  two big branches connected by one small branch which grows into both of them.  Why and how it happened the artist does not tell us, no little white label next to the sculpture, not even a title to give a hint of what we, as viewer, should expect from the art work.

An other aspect

An other aspect

As with all sculptures you can walk around the sculpture to see a totally different aspect. The artist has given a new meaning to 3D, every part of the sculpture tells a different story. Why did she alter her allure this way, who was she trying to seduce with her beauty?

A tripple kiss.

A tripple kiss.

Perhaps she wants to bewitch the Daffodil to grow underneath her with her narcissistic behaviour.
According to the art critic it improves the foundation of the sculpture so it can get easier support from potential designers. A very professional point of view, but how many planners will be draw in by these fascinated quality of senses.
A woman tells the reporter, she doesn’t really understand the art but this is sure a sculpture with grace.

Why this tree did grow this way will never be revealed, but no artist can create such an abstract piece of work full of sensitivity, no matter how hard we try.

willow hoop first year

willow hoop first year

Creating art with trees, making living sculptures is not new, willow and other fast growing trees are great collaborators.

Willow Hoop years later.

Willow Hoop years later.

The art created by the tree her self can’t be matched by human hands, we just try to copy.

Shadow theatre

Shadow theatre

The aesthetic value of the work of the tree has no number, no words attached, no explanation in the form of an artists statement. The work shows the creation of chaos to exhibit elegance which humans only see in fairytales. Chaos making structure without categorising elements.

Some Moments don't need a Frame.

Some Moments don’t need a Frame.

I don’t think that many people will see the tree as an artist without connecting it to a fairytale. Yet, I saw an artist and i have no idea how she did it.

dipper into the flow of tree art

dipper into the flow of tree art

Art made with trees, art made by trees

The BRIDGE, land-art forest

Last night I got the idea:
The BRIDGE, a new land art project which involves the planting of trees creating a thousand little and big land art forests all over the world. An ambitious project that can happen with the help of many people becoming land artists in their own environments.

an old oak tree as a piece of art, where culture and nature come together for the future

an old oak tree as a piece of art, where culture and nature come together for the future

It all started when i went to Rhôd where artists talked about future, nature, culture. A question which has been on my mind for a very long time is: ‘How can culture become nature for the future?’. The land art project Vagdavercustis gave me an answer: work with trees. This project taught me many lessons and i want to share them so there will be many land art forests all over the world.
The idea is not art in the forest, but the forest, the trees, being the art. You can plant the trees in certain patterns on the bare land, creating art with nature for the future.

planting trees in a pattern, every white rock becoming a tree

planting trees in a pattern, every white rock becoming a tree

A good idea, yet there are many perhaps and maybes. Here comes my knowledge and the learnings from Vagdavercustis useful. As with everything it will cost ‘money’ yet it will pay itself back in a very different way.

When Joseph Beuys created the 7,000 OAKS art project he made everybody an artist and the piece went further than just seven thousand Oaks. Whilst throwing 7000 basalt steles in front of the main location of the 1982 “documenta” in Kassel he took an entire city with all politicians and citizens as hostage; this ugly pile of grey stone was such a thread that the first thousand oaks were sold in no time. Beuys had the power and will to force society – or culture, so to say – into doing something valuable for the environment. A great idea and you can find all these oaks, each one together with its rock, al over the city.

However i am not Joseph Beuys and will have to work dam hard to get this kind of power he had at the end of his life. So i almost gave up, a well a good idea.

Hindmarsh Island Bridge

Hindmarsh Island Bridge

The above photo is the Hindmarsh Island Bridge and you can read the story about a very controverse building on wikipedia.
So last night i lay in bed to watch the Moon travel by, thinking about how to help and how all them good people with all them very good ideas never get a chance, people are so unfair to the people of the land. My mind went to the time i visited the people of Camp Coorong , the Ngarrindjeri people, the disaster about the building of the bridge and how they solved it in the end by buying a boat to get to their sacred land on Hindmarsh Island.The Ngarrindjeri people didn’t gave up, didn’t have much funding, but continue to care for their beautiful land.

the Coorong with a watchful dog looking at the far away Pelican.

The Coorong with a watchful dog looking at the far away Pelican.

How many people do feel just like me, being frustrated and angry and have given up stopping bridges to be build to develop more and more land for human usage.
So my mind went to “mindfullness thinking” in the now –  the future nor the past – but now. How can i plant trees now?
I thought about  somebody who just grew trees in the backyard and every spring he went with trees on the back of the bicycle to plant them in neglected areas or cleared areas in forests. We all could do so: direct action, for nature, creating art. We can plant them in patterns, we all can link together like a bridge creating a world wide bridge from culture to culture, a bridge from culture to nature. All these pieces of land art, tree art, forest art would have their own stories of their environment and their creator.
Nobody needs to be an expert; me and others could give advice how to plant the trees, when to plant them and how to choose a good spot. A website could be created with photos of all them pieces of art, all those bridges.
The website would show how to grow trees from seed or from cuttings even in a backyard or where to buy bare root trees. And how to look after them the first 2 years when they are adjusting to the environment.

A bridge as a connection at Trefin Beach

A bridge as a connection at Trefin Beach

Yesterday i made this bridge on the beach and when i walked back i came across an area perfect for some BRIDGE planting. I have 2 self seeded little baby trees in the garden who are not in the best spot; I will take them out in autumn put them in pots and plant them  again in the spring. A small stone bridge will come between them, like the above one, that made my heart smile and it made me sleep like a Rose.
So was the land art project BRIDGE born.
I might spend some time to create a website and to start the ball rolling – ready for next spring planting.

For the big land art forest, that i have in mind i need more time and i was still not so sure about it. Than the newsletter from Ecotricity, my power supplier, came in with an article about their new project: “Green Britain Foundation”. I will get in touch with them and talk about my ideas to get another ball rolling. I need a good land owner who would like to give a piece of land for the planting of a land art forest and the rest will come with it.
This is just an early step, a seed has been planted, it will take time to grow.

SO WHAT DO YOU THINK?