Dwar

 

WURL

DWAR
spinning twist to certain connection
perhaps not
fluff revolving UP
shipwool torn matter
role over twirl
gyrate WITHOUT as
exciting Velocity
motion speed motion point
geometry of motion

DRIFT

 

constant drift
F = D divided by dt MaleVrouw
force direction
respect time
in the end
dwarrelen
to
ground

A word appeared in the picture and from that word came so many other words all leaning to that one meaning of Whirl. From there into science of Velocity, just love the word, research of movement, in my own translation.
Dwar is a 50 million monument in a country where 50% of children are malnourished.
In that way one learn from one photo, one word.

underWATER

Showing you, some underWATER pictures with the new camera.

Willow-roots under water

The roots of Willow keep on growing holding onto some drifting sand, creating a light drip.  The trick was not seeing at all, looking from above and hoping for the best.

clinging onto wood

They say underWATER life clings onto wood much better than onto stones, it seems that way. Nice to see how the sediment is captured by plants and sticks, creating a new environment.

special light

The light is different underwater, this picture was made while a small wave did capture the camera, just under. You see the movement of tiny prisma’s embracing light beams.

just above

When you hold the lens just above waterlevel you get a water horizon, with a perfect reflection of perspective.

DRIP

When you click just on the moment the camera comes out of the water, you make a drip.

special beach

Here under the smoke of Rotterdam is a small paradise, where i like to hide in silence and forget the world. Here right here were the photo’s made.

more will follow, lots to learn, a new camera, a new menu, a new search, for how to do it.

 

 

MEM

Early Wantij

Waarom zal men toch om 04.46 in de ochtend op de fiets stappen, tja zeg nou zelf waarom zal je dat nou doen?
Toch is dat echt het aller mooiste moment van de dag om gewoon op je fiets te stappen en heerlijk de natuur in te fietsen.
Het moment, waarop je in het dorp, 5 auto’s tegen komt en geen enkele fietser. Het moment, waarop stilte nog een beetje stil is. Het moment, waarop je even alleen bent.
De rijksweg is wel wat anders zelfs tijdens de corona maar goed daar fiets je snel langs.

Why would you get on your bike in the dark morning, well to see nature wakeup. To leave the city bustle and hustle behind you. Its the only time when here in the village, yes, village, you hardly see cars or other people. The motorway is quickly behind your bike. Do, you think, the car-drivers saw them Egrets flying against the dark sky like white shadows, you see thats why, on the bike you see.
This time the trip had one way to do with my training as a nature guide and the other way going into memory lane.
Going past wel known sights and over well guided country roads into the sunrise with the midnight blue. By the Wantij the city finally lays behind my back and a certain tranquility takes place all around.

Pond Kop van het Land

Rustig verdwijnt de stad naar de achterkant van de fiets en de heerlijke rust komt je tegemoet met de glimlach van de zonsopkomst. Het Wantij over, even stoppen wat het zadel drukt en het water roept. Stilletjes de Zeedijk op om te praten met schapen, het is me geleerd hier jaren geleden. Het geluid uit mijn keel klinkt nog steeds als uit die schapen-keel.
Kopje van het Land, pond ligt te wachten op de eerste klant. Het eiland van Dordrecht had eens zoveel ponden, heen en weer naar de overkant, voor een kwartje. Nu zijn er tunnels en bruggen en veel te veel auto’s voor de pond, maar niet deze ene Kopje van het Land, zo herkenbaar na 40 jaar.

While the bike pushes over the Zeedijk (sea-dike) into memories of talking to sheep and after years of malpractice still give an answer.At the end there she lays patiently waiting for the first customers the ferry. We are on the Island from Dordrecht surrounded by rivers, once the ferries used to take you to the other site. Now this lovely ferry is about the only one by Het Kop van het Land ( the head of the land ) a small point. On the other site you leave Holland behind you and enter Brabant.
Not this time.

Nieuwe Merwede a canal a river

Nu fietsen we effe zomaar in de mooie vooruitgang. Meestal heeft de vooruitgang iets te maken met de snelheid van het leven, auto’s en zo, maar niet ditmaal. Hier fietsen we in een gebied dat is tegoeden is gekomen voor de natuur. Het is geheel mens gemaakt en ligt aan een breed kanaal, gegraven tussen 1864 en 1884, De Nieuwe Merwede. Het stroomt van de Beneden Merwede naar het Hollands Diep en maakte van Dordrecht een eiland. Eens gemaakt met de eerste stoomschepen nu een stromend water door een natuur gebied de BiesBosch.
Heerlijke zaligheid.

This time we cycle where i used to hide as a youngster to escape the peerpressure and push of education with strengeling competition. In 4 years doing 3 school exams is wel how to say. The cycle track was not there them days but i knew a secret little way to get to the canal and let everything stream by out of my mind. I used to dream about life, that i now have liven, not like the dream but close enough. In my life i saw so many amazing nature, true wilderness, nothing like this place. They say something about a circle becoming full. A small stop at the Oosthaven to make a video of the birdsong to show my colleges who are on their way on the other site of the island.

Pipo koeien

De collega’s staan al te wachten, met zijn drieën hebben we de Tongplaat geadopteerd, om na onze opleiding, natuurgidsen te worden van de IVN.
Het gebied heeft heel wat veranderingen ondergaan. In mijn jonge jaren heb ik gezien hoe het langzaam maar zeker aan het verknallen was.
De Tongplaat werd in 1803 ingepolderd en in 2012 werd het weer terug gegeven aan het water als onderdeel van het Strategisch Groenproject Dordrecht.
Zo zie je maar het kan ook anders, echt anders.

Slowly but certainly the cycle track takes us along a strip of natuur, once disappearing now flourishing.
No words can describe how this feels, for me. Something in my veins is jumping of joy, pure joy. Shinrin Yoku comes to mind, a new thing for the vitamin G. New for some old for many, or perhaps that should be the other way  around. Comes to think of it, i seem to have doen it my entire life.
ANYWAY
Its pure nature made by human hands, every bid of it, the wild is here thanks to people, all sort of people.
In 1864-1884 they dug the Nieuwe Merwede canal. Even it looks and feels like a river its a canal, made to let the water flow more freely to stop the many flooding and yep it worked.

dauw

Zo, natuurgids in opleiding, nieuwe namen leren, nieuwe natuur leren, nieuwe geluiden leren en determineren, terwijl ik eigelijk op mijn knieën zit met de camera.
Gelukkig, zijn mijn collega’s heel geduldig en laten me meestal rustig mijn gang gaan.
Want echt het is de beste tijd van de dag voor vogel concerten. Al hoewel koeien op het pad een andere uitdaging geven. Ohhh en dan heb ik het nog niet eens over die duizenden dauwdruppels in de zon. Ach een beetje verdwalen in de natuur is voor de mens nodig.
Ja, kijk, hier is het eens allemaal begonnen als kleinkind aan de hand van mijn papa als eigenwijze tiener, die hier niet wilde blijven. Nu weer terug in een heel ander jasje. Toch mis ik die plekjes in New South Wales en in Old South Wales.

fietsen op de dijk

And perhaps one day in the next year, you can come over and see it and perhaps by that time i can guide you better than now. Still learning not to end up on my knees to take that one angel of the morning dew. Perhaps one day hey.

Who knows where the track next year will go. Yet, i do miss them places there far away, the darkness, the stillness, the loneliness, the wild. Back on my bike.

 

sedition

tear

sedition

silence tears fall down her face leaving a trailed salted crystals
no sounds no sob no shaking shoulders her face deadly still

teardrops trincle down while darkness surrounds her
feathers from dead ducks support her head, getting slowly wet

woollen weight from perhaps walking sheeps suppress her into bed
eyes wide open leaving flowing tears out like rising tide

 midnight blue skylight sprinkle her face through plastic windows
legs stretch out door open into well known surrounding

rise

pyjam trousers soaks up tearing morning dew
streaming river cobble at edge kissing bare feet

released to feel, see, hear tender beauty entering morning seal
words try to push out sinking emotion deem well known answers

first feathery touch leaves sheltered leafs turn above head
shouts wake up all the rest with revolt reddening light

sun appears above hill line enlightening all water drops onto blood coral beads

tomorrow she must leave what holds her so dear

the why creates sedition where can silent tears find that courage

 

any government during any time in any place does the same
declaring this kind of living illegal
giving the people hell
so others can spend their money
so i will walk against the government any government who
destroys what is so dear to me
showing my photos while walking

 

AnY LandScape

ANY LANDSCAPE

Actually LandArt can be lots more than ‘a conversation with nature or landscape questioning our relationship with the land and nature’. Or even that wonderful wording of re-order our response to place, landscape or nature. What then? 

Look at this video of Andy Goldsworthy:

The conversation uses little words but what he says sounds the perfect wording for what Land Art might be or could be, if you let it happen. His questioning happens in silence and his response  last perhaps just a day.
The word INTUItion jumps out, something we forget to use, a perception that feels stupid yet creates. He leaves reasoning behind while walking and in a way connecting to wherever he goes.

 An other important wording all landscape. You can create Land Art in any landscape, you will find material to create whatever. Forget about a plan, let it happen while going. The change it will fail doesn’t matter, the change it all fall apart, makes it. The different approaches to each landscape as we all see that landscape different.

The collecting of material found in the landscape plays a central role as well. So come material landscape and intuition together in the creating of Land Art. The Land Art stays in place but vanish with time and some material stay longer than other; leaf against wood, wood against stone.

In the case of the waterfall you see the fallen wood made it possible to make drifting wood, the doodval will stay, while the drifting wood will flow away. Only the photo of the Land Art sells at time you create more for the photo, the pretty picture, than the Land Art, our society demands the selling particle.

Why would you need a long artists statement, why would you need a title?? Land Art speaks for herself.
Land Art not sculpturing nature but connecting culture with nature. A question could you create Land Art in the urban landscape?
Have a look at the video it will make your day or even week.

Soms kom je iets tegen dat je laat zien wat je niet kan zeggen. Deze video zegt zoveel meer over Land Art of landschap kunst dan de vele boeken en tijdschriften die een omschrijving zoeken wat misschien gewoon geen woorden nodig heeft. Andy Goldsworthy    zegt weinig maar de paar woorden die gesproken worden laat heel wat zien over Land Art. Ieder landschap geeft haar eigen geheimen prijs als je er open voor staat. Loop niet door, loop niet over maar ga effe zitten om het tot je door te laten dringen.
Verzamel wat er zoal verspreid ligt en maak Land Art waar je ook bent. In Nederland vind je veel het stedelijke landschap maar ook hier kan je Land Art maken. Een uitdaging voor de volgende weken.

 

eArth pigmEnt

After reconsidering, after and other reconsider, after yet an other reconsider it feels my feet have landed back on earth.

multi media

The first thing came to create photos in a multi media setting only not sure which multi would be really multi.
It came from the thinking of not just making a photo by clicking the button on the right time at the right place. The one seconde image leaving a sense of creativity long gone.
The one moment light flash of a camera.
All sort of option came along but in the end it stopped by earth pigments.

Like other artists, acteurs, musicians, poets i have studied the new approach, new subject for the exhibition.
It is easy to choose from created work but much more fun to create something new and it is more mind blowing.
An acteur said in an interview that for every role, she made a detailed study of the character she had to perform. It is crucial in art to do this, to prepare yourself, no matter how often you have done it, this time will be different once again.

There are many, what i call, fast art out there. Made fast, displayed fast and moved fast.
Perhaps our fast society demands this from us.
Better to have a balance, between fast and slow, old and new.

So i have studied the history of colour, read books, blogs, research and did perform some  experiments.
Earth pigments were used in humans first artistic expressions, they are found in cave paintings all over the world. Earth pigments come from the earth as the name says making  a connection to the land in Land Art.
As it is the very old way of making pictures combining it with the very new way of making pictures (digital photography).

The first known pigments use date to the early Palaeolithic period ( 350,000 bc). Many people say Land Art goes back in time and compare Spiral Jetty with Stone Henge.
It make sense to use the earth pigments in an exhibition for Land Art Forest.
To finally create something which will be seen long into the future. The old with the new in one picture.

The earth pigments which will be used are not light fast and will fade but that makes them so special.
In my search i found this windmill in Holland which still have lots of the old pigments including the earth pigments.
Finally all the ingredients are together to do some more experiments and practise these old technics.
While in the mean time still going out to collect them moments in a camera.

it all goes down

The reason for my absent here from the blog for several weeks is not the study of earth pigments but the fact that WordPress is eating gigabytes.
Every time i load the site i also load the blogs i write and all the photos blablabla.
After some research i found out that it was no hagger or spams or some other strange behaviour it is just how WordPress works.
So i deleted the old blogs from this site except some important blogs and deleted also Dabe-Art blog and Clegyr Boia blog.

Things should go better now.

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.

JA NO 9 and 10

negen
nine
9
good number
they say

 

slide9landartforest

 

the final

 

slide10end

 

So now my task lays with collecting people, people who are willing to create this Land Art Forest.
Community art for nature made with people, wherever you are on this planet.
Nature knows no borders, no nationalities.
Imagine you have trees at a place you can’t be but will never leave.
perhaps
Once a year with an art event we come together one way or an other to find inspiration.
Maybe virtual, possible actual, what ever way, it will be a part of you.

LAND ART FOREST