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.
them tiny corners under feet
reflecting hidden songs, if you look hard
you will find her on the site of your written book
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
she burst into cover not to run
a red companion with black dots under white stem Birch
how can i hide like her
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
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
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.
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.