twisted words flowing
from one landscape into an other
as we try to find
floating over recycled waste
living on the edge
line by line
makes no sense
you need to turn your head
to next year
soul solid solitude
where it will be
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.
If you ever hear me saying something bad about trees, call the ambulance as there will be something seriously wrong with me.
In other words i love trees!
There are not many landscapes without trees, even in the harsh environment of cities you will see trees. Trees make hard edges soft.
It is my honest opinion that trees are artists.
In 2013 i discovered this amazing Beech tree at the Gwaun Valley and came to the conclusion that trees are artists.
Creating Land Art with trees is like a collaboration with a diverse group of artists and there is no way you can tell them what to do and how to represent themselves. Here you can read about trees as artists and meet the amazing artists the Beech tree.
Whenever you tell a tree, you can’t do that, there will be one who will prove you wrong. A tree on the rocks, trees on the old building creeping out of a broken window.
Trees grow tall, trees grow small very small.
Trees leave no footprint, trees leave leafs and take your footprint within them to eat up our vandalising breath.
So tell me, just tell me how can you own a tree, how can you own growth from a tree.
Well, you plant them and you plant even more TREES to enjoy their artistic approach to life on this planet.