TRIP

TRIP
contrast in photos
contrast in journey
towards

trippipe

last


from pipes, good smoke, to watery lines
long shadows override lonely ride
push down followed by upwards pull
slow motion advanced sight

tripblog

shadows of dawn


roar of motorwaaayyy going over inside chirping
certain warble takes distinction
accelerate vision
old creeping raising questions of contrast
still  filling airspace  


wilgoud

possibilities      


old verses new
giving  living space
stroll in with eyes wide open
leave with head in motionless thinking

tripriverbeach

human made


say inside contractions
it can be done
contrast of cultivated wild

 

 

rOOs

 

 

river child

river dancing with light

 

river child living on the edge seeing beauty in a willow branch breathing rippling waves

river child boater floats drifting directionless towards  other site

river child balancing feet on every motion staring towards horizon

river child hearing cabbeling babbel of any waterline 

sense

river child steering away from landsite entering motionless

fender

river child timeless bender

 

my audience

This was my audience last Thursday while making photos and filming drifting feathers. They even joined me in the water.

The editing of the movie will take some time, some of the photos and poems you can see here.

rOOs

Radr0

amazing

radro

that seeking feeling of wanting
wanting to do
to do something
something which matters

not
just a drop
in the biG ocean
something which matters

matter that counts
counts towards a difference
different approach
something which matters

 silence contribution
towards a statement
we care

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.

 

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