Illuminated Lightness

Illuminated Lightness

emotional landscape, beautiful to be

Illuminated Lightness

First art work for the exhibition Finished

 

twisted words flowing
from one landscape into an other
land scape
as we try to find
a missing
point

 

RIVERS

rivers

 

floating over recycled waste
landing inside
memories

making connections
bridging
river edges

mistic waters
shifting space
pillow tears

caravan

living on the edge

 

line by line
makes no sense
you need to turn your head
swing around
corners
reading mindset

 

it is already written

mistakes

 

moving numbers
one year
to next year
soul solid solitude

 

rivermist

where it will be

 

cloud river
Illuminated Lightness
double

 

Sometimes things just happen while clearing up, finding bits and pieces, reading old notebooks.
The poem starts in the top left corner and ends next to the photo, hard to read but perhaps that is not needed.
Als je Nederlands spreekt dan kan je elk woord lezen.

 

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Beesje

Under cover

them tiny corners under feet
reflecting hidden songs, if you look hard
you will find her on the site of your written book

 

site corner

 

She hides for the stars of eyes your eyes mine eyes our eyes
she hide and cries between lost leafs
leaving her sky behind
her wandering over the unknown

 

red companion

 

she burst into cover not to run
a red companion with black dots under white stem Birch
trees
how can i hide like her

 

hide

 

the call of that lost moment
everybody wants to go to that forest as a reflection on running pencils
under music of leafs they all sit in total silence
while going somewhere

 

flight

 

she flies away
over pocket secrets
which beak will capture her red motion
tickle them black dots above moving feet with hundred toes
got to show how
thats why sun shines
if you don’t know why you shine
under them leafs you got to go

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A little visitor while writing in my notebook made the day extra special, she wasn’t the only visitor.
Life is wonderful in a forest.
Went to discover a new place to take some photos of leafs for the exhibition and to write poetry for the exhibition.
it was a very inspirational day.

SLIDE 5 AND 6

What to prove
by
planting a tree
How to perceive beyond
the green

sixty centimetres
noting more
skinny being in cracked soil

 slight different angle
aspects turned around
to breath
more than sound
when growth outmined viewpoint
against the wind
inside that intersection of no belief

 

slide5Trees

Slide 5 PLANTING TREES

 

Its all done before
and
it will be done again
to form a pattern
close a circle

tree will outgrow you and me
to leave something, we can’t reach
telling stories nobody reads

time will tell
how we feel
interactive transgression
meaning of nature to clean
that what we leave in a leaf
the counter weight of transactions
showing an image  not made by hand

 

slide6otherartists

slide 6 other artists

 

to shake it all again
not so sure about the name
as what is in the name of ART
more than poverty over brain
what is it worth
for YOU?

DaBeArt

Land Art Conversation

The Land Art ‘movement’ never wrote a manifesto like other art movements. You can therefor find as many different definitions of Land Art as there are land art artists.

Land Art Poetry 'Crack'

Land Art Poem

The following definition inspired me into a new thinking in 2009:
“Land Art is a conversation with nature/landscape, questioning our (human) relationship with the land and nature, to articulate the experience of landscape and nature.”
Perhaps the conversation between me and nature became literal, in the meaning of actual, by writing with and in the landscape the feelings it aroused in me.

Land Art Poetry

There were it happens

 

An other much used definition comes from ‘Ben Tufnell’ in his book ‘Land Art’ :
– Land Art is the use of art to enact or articulate a direct, non-pictorial engagement with landscape and nature, or to re-order our response to place, landscape or nature.
The photos here are the documentation of the art but not the Land Art.
When you look at both definitions you see the word articulate, which means so much as expressing oneself ‘clearly’ or speaking ‘clearly’.
Expressing oneself has everything to do with putting in words or show an emotion.
Words do disappear like nature these days.

 

the disappearing of words

disappearing

 

My response: Nature does not discriminate what has made the land/ground, it doesn’t matter if mining or termites or even earthquakes made the ground. Constant change is a main principle, once gone nature comes back different.
As Land Art urges us to RE-examen our relationship with landscape and nature. Can we re-create landscape/nature or is it once gone, never come back?

 

Land Art Poetry Trail

TRAIL

 

I wanted to find out if we can re-create nature within a man made landscape.
To do this I had to let go of box thinking; culture, wild, environmentalism all belong to a box with a certain label. Human-made can be nature. The Land Art should not become moralising and certainly not a new box with attached new labels.

In this way I made ‘Vagdavercustis’ by having a conversation with nature and the landscape. I Re-examine my own relationship with nature and the landscape, seeing what we articulate, express put into words can become nature.

 

LOPE

LOPE not loop

 

If we walk or if we drive we see and experience landscape.

 

conversationroad

 

 

EXHIBITION THINKING 2

THINKING FURTHER

Than just than the water became a mirror as the wind called behind.
It revealed silence in noise, in uproar, sound echo  echo, silence in noise
sound source of silence, underwater while above, on the surface feathers
still there, like screams of geese and line clouds of wasted journeys
silence my mind

paint reality

to see what you and me can’t see
don’t want to see
a laced wing, laced netting, filigree cord sting
intertwine, interweave, mix it all, give it silence
klingerly klang of a horse shoe on concrete

glace wing

see beyond time
THAN
a feather comes with thousand drops
to do what hasn’t been done
camera under water under surface reality
dare to see surplace reality shattered movement

under or above thats the question

a boat past, waves come all moves
wobble bobble zobble
into reappearing silence, moved to be stuck
a drop reflection into a subtle action
reaction of a fraction into
inner moment, inner movement
shadows reflection, than just than

moved to be stuck

the boat pushes her under where i lay surprised
faces what to see, no longer care
all them 1.000.000.000 drops
just one little feather
feels so good, so beautiful, attractions
in that one tiny moment of passing

that feather

by elegant, glamour on a surface movement
shift in charm, to relocate me and
seeing beyond, seeing inside reflection, under drops
we only see outer reality
stir, switch, leave, transfer

seeing in three dimension
i have to go now, i need a piss
my inner calling
how to make 2D into 3D with an inner feeling
kijk nou

een veertje dat me heeft leren zien, leren kijken, een ander perspectief.

it will never be sure when or how we see not knowing how to show

mAgdA september 2017 alblasserdam

 

I HAVE A MORTGAGE TO PAY, I CAN’T BE AN ARTIST

I HAVE A MORTGAGE TO PAY, I CAN’T BE AN ARTIST
So here we are, feet passing by, feet standing stil, feet in shoes, shoes over feet, touching concreet, not seeing, not feeling.

 

feetstand

stand still

 

Stripes of past measurements!
There is no need to wait, there is no need to expect, moving feet, talking,  without saying, the popularity of a shoe.

 

feet

FEET

 

feetafgetrapt

passing

 

Talk to me, so glad, so filled with nothing, shadow on the wall, giggle in the air, we say yes, we nod no, catch the moment,  that moment, which always pass. i don’t need you, your talk, your walk, your subdirection, heard it all before, the kind ways of going nowhere, leaving nothing, chasing shadows.

 

feetb&w

shadows

 

Don’t mind unprocessed photoscape, staying, speaking, no meaning inside please buy mine. i don’t care, please pass by,   i can see you, no phone in my hand just a wooden pencil to feel wood to write a moment over feet standing, wandering under no seeing glassed eyes, its nothing to mind.
Lets sit down, its good, no, but its good, whistling back home game.

 

feetzit

effe zitten ja

 

let me hide hide away from it all, let me, let me HIDE as it becomes much much. Human appetite for being best better best, hunting sadness a sad expression of, what, want to be. The final decision of that one person wearing the shoes, the steel smile of me and me, let me hide please walk, by, the sadness, not here, not there, hide away.

feetshout

Realisation Fluctuation of art, enjoy what is not there, avoidance becomes a well known factor inside compilation, surrounded corner. So good to see a true smile, a wandering speciality, once again once again.

 

feetlongline

pas die schoen

 

Shut the door with lights in eyes no not again a situation to escape hiding in a glass hollow vision, with blue glow in hair from ten thousand movements. There most be a way out of here, beard attraction, tears in eyes differentiation problems, walking, seeing, get some sure visuality!

feetescape

taking part in an art fair 

TENDER TENDER

TENDER TENDER

While wandering around the Sculptur-Projecte 2017 in Muenster, Germany i stubble on the most amazing concrete poetry, called Tender Tender by Michael Dean.

tenderreallovelocks

love locks

It might be inspired by the many love-locks you find around in the city, but no explanation was given, which makes it even better.  Looking at it from one site or the other site, you see what you want to see, it plays with seeing and reading.

tender viewing holes

see through

What do you see while you are reading a poem, or a story, or just one line.
The poem is juxtaposed around all over and in the sculpture. At times shredded and than it is crumbled and even painted or hidden behind a wall on the top floor.

tender verscheurde woorden

hidden words

You can see it from above like organised chaos, but perhaps thats what love is, organised chaos.
Only to shred that idea when you see a printed danger tape with frecksake fucksake. Yet while on your knees you see love.

tender concrete

you can see that no need to say more

butte why than, yes why than, all the fists hmmmmm ok that one goes with the crossed fingers so why.
well one thing shows through it all the meaning of concrete, right there, everywhere, but don’t follow me just see it yourself and go on your knees to see every detail and than go up into the air to see it from that different angle.

tender fingers

maybe tomorrow yes perhaps tomorrow

 

OOOOOh and when you spy through that screen don’t be surprised to see love you should not see.

tenderevenkijken

can you see it

however i just and i mean just LOVE it it made my day and even month finally creative writing a very creative love song butte it is not a love song

tendergedicht

poetry printed and printed again and again everywhere

lots of love

tenderscheur

and more

tenderwoordgroen

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