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maandag 23 januari 2017

daily notes - ac 202









































"Daily (collage) notes" from last week.

I mostly don't make sketches and usually work towards a final result.
So this ac was really a challenge.
Here's the result: every day two (rather quick) collage sketches in a small notebook.
You know my subjects:) - air, land, sea, maybe the moon too.

To see more daily things, please visit Ariane's site here






zaterdag 31 december 2016

quiet

































 "Please forgive me if I don't talk much at times. It's loud enough in my head"



zaterdag 12 november 2016

maandag 10 oktober 2016

over de mountains to the sea






"Bergen aan zee"





















   De zee

   De zee kun je horen
   met de handen voor je oren,
   in een kokkel, in een mosterdpotje,
   of aan zee.

   Judith Herzberg

   --


   The sea

   You can hear the sea
   with your hands before your ears,
   in a cockle, in a mustard pot,
   or at the sea.

   --




zondag 25 september 2016

art challenge 198 - tide





























 



      This week's ac has a wonderful theme:"tide", anyway for me.
      I've made some pieces, not sure if they're all finished...

      Below some links to previous blogposts about tide.
     
      high tide, low tide, time and tide, waterlines, time and tide wait for no man

      To see more "tides", please visit Ariane's  site here

 

 



























zaterdag 27 augustus 2016

art challenge 197 - a room with a view




A recent (top) and a somewhat older (below) "room with a view"
 - both collage, mixed media on paper , 12,5 x 12, 5 cm / 30 x 30 cm (below) -





To see more "rooms", please visit Nadine's site here
She's the host this week for the art-challenge.







zondag 24 juli 2016

the sea, always the sea...




























"I need the sea because it teaches me"

 Pablo Neruda,
 On the Blue shore of Silence, Poems of the Sea






woensdag 13 juli 2016

“Hope” is the thing with feathers







           



















“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.
Emily Dickinson







zondag 12 juni 2016

art challenge 196 - blue



"Blue face"


























"Blue seascape"


For several reasons Patrice theme,"blue", for the art challenge 
this week came as a pleasant surprise. Those who have been
following my blog for longer know why.

In a sense, "blue", is a little bit my color:). I just use it often,
it"s my favorite color.
And it was with great pleasure that I organized an online exhibition
in 2012 entitled, "ode to blue"

To see more "blue", please visit Patrice her site here
Thank you for hosting Patrice.

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If you wanna see the  "ode to blue" exhibiton please go here:

 part I,  part II,  part III,  part IV  and  part V

































dinsdag 7 juni 2016

paperboats





                                                                      


    Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down the running
stream.
    In big black letters I write my name on them and the name of
the village where I live.
    I hope that someone in some strange land will find them and
know who I am.
    I load my little boats with shiuli flower from our garden, and
hope that these blooms of the dawn will be carried safely to land
in the night.
    I launch my paper boats and look up into the sky and see the
little clouds setting thee white bulging sails.
    I know not what playmate of mine in the sky sends them down
the air to race with my boats!
    When night comes I bury my face in my arms and dream that my
paper boats float on and on under the midnight stars.
    The fairies of sleep are sailing in them, and the lading ins 
their baskets ful of dreams. 

Tagore.                                                                




























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