studio workrOOM sheltering beyond to let inspiration come flow occur appear reach take place
surrounded by inspirational sound vision colours textures smells touch feelings affects surrounded by likes
Memories from wandering a chair that came along boots now leaking shells stones sticks my kind of souvenirs amongs plants that came wandering in for free
Studio, where to find a studio, how to pay a studio, silent studio, light studio, vibrant studio. A greenhouse on the allotment, behind a screen of Willow, nobody sees me here. Not a problem for the planning permission, as nobody expect a greenhouse as a studio. Yet it is, by lack of a better word, PERFECT, for me and my art. Painting the book-car, as you can see, piece by piece. Writing poetry on the beat of zooming bees, singing frogs and the distant call of geese. It happens to be PERFECT, even for photography.tudios
On page 31 of the “Dropped Feather” book you find a poem with the title “Stoof”, here follows the inspiration of that poem.
The poetry in the book is about the moment. While taking the photos my mind wanders, sometimes to surprising places, at times following memory lane. It took me a while before i found the place, cycling in memories on straight road framed with straight trees, along bare agricultural land. Contrasting landscape compared with the river landscape, where so many of the photos come from. It is intensively farmed land and nature has no change, except along the edges. The above photo was taken in April 2020, ploughed soil, partly covered by plastic, artificial irrigated. New land, the riverside is new nature, this is new created land from nature.
Once the land was a cultivated natural landscape with mainly Willows. The Willows were harvest for basket making and other crafts, including clog making, them traditional wooden shoes. The land was swampy with many creeks and small lakes, flooded during the winter months. There were little hills, called Terps the top photo shows one of them Terps with a small house. The houses on the Terps in the old landscape were used as shelter and sleeping areas for the Willow-workers. The whole area is around 1100 hectares, or was 1100 hectares.
In 1926 they started to take out the Willows and filled in the many creeks and small lakes, by hand, with shovel and wheelbarrow. Work for the many unemployed man and woman from the locale area, it was the way they earned their ‘benefit’ literarily the only way they could survive. Refusing to work here was loosing your ‘benefit’ and with no money, no food etc. etc.
The worst of all it was seen as charity. The new landowners became rich over the backs of the poor who found themselves in a situation, which was not their making. This story i was told as a little girl when my parents took us on the bike (they never owned a car) to a place we called de Stoof but its official name is Stoop. We would picknick there on a sunny summer day. The Stoop is situated on an old Terp and was, this always makes me laugh, given to the community ha ha ha, it was made by the community.
Sitting there on the picknick bench i wrote the poem you find on page 31. Why it ended up on page 31 is pure coincidence, it has nothing to do with the photo. The Stoof was written on 24 July 2020, the photo under the poem was taken on 16 September 2020, the photo next to the poem, page 30 was taken on 1 June 2020. The way to create Photo Poetry in some way related yet not at all.
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
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