growing book more pages instant inspiration on demand
experimenting on a flow instantly going
lucky feathers in a bag in on over glass
only when you read this you see some background of the book
while doing discovering that can this can as well as
Needed quick and smart to make extra pages for the book Today While neighbours are drilling and filling and you don’t want to know Lucky for the headphones with noise isolation just music Lucky for my collecting habit, in this case glass and feathers It worked
The book will be bound, therefor pages devided by 4, ok but Left page photo right page poem, didn’t work unless first page something else as well as the last page so 4 more pages 2 added as photo-poem and 2 added as extra
ooooh and than the bleed the bid that is cut of oooohhhhh well its done
from one thing an other thing grows slowly moving into a new direction without certain intention just happened while going
From writing and creating that book comes more. Publishers have a hold, being weary in these times of corona. Bookshops closed for an other month at least. OK, well i hold my nose and jumped in the deep. silly, perhaps Today ‘Roos Boekjes’ was registered as a new publisher of Photo-Poetry books, on the 3-3 it will be official. (need to visit office in person) So people if you read this and you would like to create a Photo-Poetry book, than i can provide you at least with an ISBN number. Roos Boekjes could even sell your book via Dutch websites. Details have to be worked out, but the start is there. First of all my own Dropped Feather boekje, more to come, but not just my own books.
It is a beautiful movie, at times hard to watch, with a message hard to reach, moving art.
The Photo-Poetry book, with the title “Dropped Feathers” is finished after some last alterations, right now, right here.
The above photos are a part of a serie which will be for sale online on Fine Art America., when the ‘gallery’ is finished. At the moment i have 5 projects, on the go, that is at times hard to follow, one is now of the list, almost.
an other go reflecting on water flow subtle selection while changing suppression
dead body sturdy hidden camera which one to choose pick the want going for the wishful on that other site search
sand mushroom underwater poem salix inspiration many feathers movie making more feathers right there over there
Went again to the other site, to see the familiar site, from new distance. Had to cycle further to be on the right, of the left hand site. Discovering new inside, an old. The aim was and will be new photos, new inspirations, new words, found some.
After 40 years back, to where it once all started, the changes are fantastic, for me. It takes time even to get here, 20 kilometres to get from me to the ferry> It is a very special spot and you can read all about it here De Biesbosch
Next week the Photo-Poetry book will go to the printer for last checking and altering. Still making my own alterations and adding new, perhaps better, photos from this trip.
looking for silence, balance, odd looking for dynamic, trinity, attitude looking for diagonal, vertical, horizontal
finding out serenity, stillness, sensitivity finding out tranquility, transient, tangibility finding out quietly, quest, quality
composing them word, sentence, stanza composing that composition, Nara, force composing the creatures, heaven, earth
For inspiration i often go to the Japanese Gardens, their design, their elements, their contemplation. In our hush and rush of modern life, we look for balance in calmness. We put our foot down on silent ground, searching for what we lost. The secret hidden corner in which to shelter, i seem to find in photos and poetry, photo-poetry. The poems are not always Haiku, only sometimes. The free-style fits me best, sometimes just 3 words, other times 3 lines and no number just flowing of words into an expression.
Somebody i follow on twitter shares some beautiful videos and photos while walking his Bodercolly in Japan. Have a look
Perhaps you recognise it in the photos, maybe not. Inspiration is not always about making a copy. Inspiration, will spur you into action, a stimulation to create something similair but not the same. Copying is the easy way out, leaving out the challenge, leaving out your own concepts.
Finalising here with the title of the third book, making it into a trilogy of photo-poetry books.
The second Photo-Poetry book has as title and as subject Salix, why?
SALIX sal near lis water according celtic assembly perhaps however maybe not
stil inspiration came not from words from names it comes from Strength from Endurance
pioneer in hart and soil by evolving with growth hormones yes, hormones, rooting powder hormones, growing against all odds stick Willow stick in soil for your eYES
nature bends, pulls, push, crush and eats every bit of Willow, as she alters her appearance from standing to hanging she grows on and on giving strength to others releasing pain
giving creative place showing down the river site where nature goes her own way no human hands sanding in the woodgrain leaving behind endless marks Willow safes our dikes, makes our baskets, homes, chairs and so much more not anymore we can let it grow
with past in her branches she carries on hollowed out growing into space for others in her midst birds, butterfly, beatle, bee, damsel, mole, toad, badger, rat, sing all wind in the Willows seen cows joining donkey, horse, goat, chicken, scarecrow, singing Willow song
wise woman hangs her hands down to watersite dreaming ask her anything she will write the answer in water lines binding parcels to your door to grow in tree mostly unknown shadows shred common sights
The photos are mainly, once again, macro photos showing what most will not see. You go inside an other world, tiny, underneath the power. Every photo giving way to experience inside natural river edge living. The last photo happens by surprise i sat for a while to see it again ready this time with camera in landscape mode. Is it a bore? Somehow water came like a roar in a straight line inside the delta, away from the river. Sitting there the rest of the day gave no clear answer it stayed perhaps? The bore made me look at the Willows and made me realise their strength in a different way. So it goes.
here follow some interesting links to mesmerise on this tree as art
She stood for trial error testing several options upon
trying colours within rose skilful adaptation under water
looking for that one particle background for whatever reason it will stay
She still will not let me in no matter how we knock on
experimental imagination under water looking for wild horses in desert landscape
Been doing some more experimenting for abstract reality, if you have read so far you can read the secrets behind them trial and error. The last blog was telling about subject, the subject here is a crystal, a desert rose, how appropriate. The opposite of dry sandy landscape is a watery landscape with a certain flow, dropping the rose under. What bind them together is perhaps glass, made from sand, holding water. Photographing inside, refelcting the oudoor light with simple foil, crumbled up, stretched out. The true try out are the colours, playing with filters. The camera has some odd options in the filter menu, some made me laugh out loud. Yet, these photos are taken with just one filter, altering the filter for each photo. So tell me what is your favourite???
Some of the words from the poem came from music i was/am listening to, some have therefor little meaning towards the photo.
The first book is not yet finished but the second book is already in the making. Poetry How we search for them words. This time while doing the dishes, listening to music. A real word flow came.
Somebody asked if we poets, still use notebooks. Notebooks are for me well. I could not write poetry without notebooks.
All of the notebooks will not fit in 1 photo. I also could not write poetry without dictionary as English is not my first language. but That makes it much more interesting as you can use the language from a different perspective. Creating a new expression in words.
A poem made in 2003 how i feel about the city they call it concreet poetry perhaps collage is better exploring found pictures with found words to express a feeling
The very first poem was written in 1986 but will not show it it was straight from the heart looking for a place to be it is the poem laying open perhaps you can see it
the title of the next book will be SALIX the above photo didn’t make it yet it has something and that something will be found in words and photos
express so to reveal what lays hidden for our eyes it says little shows tiny within tiny
fine not necessarily clear sunny perhaps delicate maybe art acting with a creative mind avoiding rules fine art photography
concept finding in an ordinaire place within any object no need to be perfect beauty is everywhere to be found by looking where nobody looks the camera technology as a tool
colours no colours little colour you decide as artistic photographer angle light you decide best result come unexpected beauty through experiment inspiration flows from all sites inside insight
The book is one site poetry the other site photography on all site coming from artistic expression. Photography can be creative, artistic, said so before. You use creativity without an end, you always find a new way. Therefor browsing the internet, seeing inspirations, doing it different for the second book. Yet Still the same an other subject, other experiments. The photo ‘Cur’l is one of them, only not good enough. Here is a link to some interesting macro experiments.