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.

 

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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

Leaving details

As a part of an exhibition in 2010 with the title ‘GreenbloodRedblood’ i created some images.

GreenbloodandRedblood 2010

veins

bloodblad

red blood in green

The amazing veins in a leaf searching for that river trail.

How does it flow.

For only a moment.

 

leaf labyrinth

from green to

 

it never stays

it goes

leaf remains

slowly

half digested by time

one step

and

its gone into crumbles

patience

leaf white bones

bones

 

of it goes

into soil

to spread the wings of

new leaf on the wind

leafveinklimop

In a forest lays the hidden reality, de verborgen werkelijkheid, realidade occult, Realiti cudd, versteckte Realität and so much more.
These photos are experiments with filters and framing the coming months there will be many more experiments.

The camera is fantastic in macro photos and has several possibilities for filters like: fisheye, sparkle, reflection, fragmented, pop art, soft focus, pale light colour, grainy film, pin hole, diorama, dramatic tone.
Not sure by any of them, it can give a mixed reality which i like to achieve in some way. Let the photos be in such a way that people look and wonder what is……….

There will be several series, several stories to tell and one will be the story of a leaf.

The way to show? Perhaps as a collage. Perhaps as a leaf. Not sure, i have plenty ideas.
The roaming balls, the hidden holes, the forgotten tunnel just to mention 3.

The dead leafs are on the path for just a few more weeks so no time for experiment more time for that one moment of seeing.

 

 

 

 

 

I HAVE A MORTGAGE TO PAY, I CAN’T BE AN ARTIST

I HAVE A MORTGAGE TO PAY, I CAN’T BE AN ARTIST
So here we are, feet passing by, feet standing stil, feet in shoes, shoes over feet, touching concreet, not seeing, not feeling.

 

feetstand

stand still

 

Stripes of past measurements!
There is no need to wait, there is no need to expect, moving feet, talking,  without saying, the popularity of a shoe.

 

feet

FEET

 

feetafgetrapt

passing

 

Talk to me, so glad, so filled with nothing, shadow on the wall, giggle in the air, we say yes, we nod no, catch the moment,  that moment, which always pass. i don’t need you, your talk, your walk, your subdirection, heard it all before, the kind ways of going nowhere, leaving nothing, chasing shadows.

 

feetb&w

shadows

 

Don’t mind unprocessed photoscape, staying, speaking, no meaning inside please buy mine. i don’t care, please pass by,   i can see you, no phone in my hand just a wooden pencil to feel wood to write a moment over feet standing, wandering under no seeing glassed eyes, its nothing to mind.
Lets sit down, its good, no, but its good, whistling back home game.

 

feetzit

effe zitten ja

 

let me hide hide away from it all, let me, let me HIDE as it becomes much much. Human appetite for being best better best, hunting sadness a sad expression of, what, want to be. The final decision of that one person wearing the shoes, the steel smile of me and me, let me hide please walk, by, the sadness, not here, not there, hide away.

feetshout

Realisation Fluctuation of art, enjoy what is not there, avoidance becomes a well known factor inside compilation, surrounded corner. So good to see a true smile, a wandering speciality, once again once again.

 

feetlongline

pas die schoen

 

Shut the door with lights in eyes no not again a situation to escape hiding in a glass hollow vision, with blue glow in hair from ten thousand movements. There most be a way out of here, beard attraction, tears in eyes differentiation problems, walking, seeing, get some sure visuality!

feetescape

taking part in an art fair 

TENDER TENDER

TENDER TENDER

While wandering around the Sculptur-Projecte 2017 in Muenster, Germany i stubble on the most amazing concrete poetry, called Tender Tender by Michael Dean.

tenderreallovelocks

love locks

It might be inspired by the many love-locks you find around in the city, but no explanation was given, which makes it even better.  Looking at it from one site or the other site, you see what you want to see, it plays with seeing and reading.

tender viewing holes

see through

What do you see while you are reading a poem, or a story, or just one line.
The poem is juxtaposed around all over and in the sculpture. At times shredded and than it is crumbled and even painted or hidden behind a wall on the top floor.

tender verscheurde woorden

hidden words

You can see it from above like organised chaos, but perhaps thats what love is, organised chaos.
Only to shred that idea when you see a printed danger tape with frecksake fucksake. Yet while on your knees you see love.

tender concrete

you can see that no need to say more

butte why than, yes why than, all the fists hmmmmm ok that one goes with the crossed fingers so why.
well one thing shows through it all the meaning of concrete, right there, everywhere, but don’t follow me just see it yourself and go on your knees to see every detail and than go up into the air to see it from that different angle.

tender fingers

maybe tomorrow yes perhaps tomorrow

 

OOOOOh and when you spy through that screen don’t be surprised to see love you should not see.

tenderevenkijken

can you see it

however i just and i mean just LOVE it it made my day and even month finally creative writing a very creative love song butte it is not a love song

tendergedicht

poetry printed and printed again and again everywhere

lots of love

tenderscheur

and more

tenderwoordgroen

more

bOw

bOw

do you see that word a silent word
hanging from every stick, from every line, in every circle
it says noting that word of stilte
would it be something you know, something you said, something you saw, while you question your seeing

lijn en line

untrusting minds wander along the glister trail
shimmer movement, no wind, no rain over sunbeams entrance
one site, other site, underneath a drop rainbow arrange itself for your eyes

toevallig

any footstep will make it disappear
unhurry for that tiny moment of seeing, listen to no words
don’t let me show you, don’t let me
be surprised with wandering words, under silent feet, conformation of nothing
the river flows, a drop bows, unpredictable show

goede morgen

als de betekenis van het gesproken woord weg is op het moment het wordt gehoord, laat staan als het wordt herinnerd
ik kan het niet zeggen als jij het hoort

webber

 

LINE

read before you like *_*

silver eye
…………………  purple line
…………………………………………  yen yelp sky

purple line

purple line

nymph creates a
…………………………….  last myth
from an oyster one
……………………………….  ending posy
python tells us a
…………………………….  final Rye

sycamore shows
……………………………………  ultimate Syringa
typical variation of
…………………………………….  extreme Yuppie
yet
the
gypsie reveals an other
…………………………………………..  supreme hysteria

silver eye

silver eye

purple line
…………………………silver eye
………………………………………………….yen yelp sign

i am sorry but wordpress is not much good to work with in making visual poetry therefor the dots…….
NOW
a question i played with some words, can you see what the word play is???

looking forwards to hear from you