Tuesday, 21 December 2010

One hundred!


Longface
W100 = Work #100, (though not exactly #100)
Made from a piece of doorframe.
Inspired by a teaspoon!




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Monday, 20 December 2010

Congo


HOLLAND WEST AFRIKA LIJN


Ben deze kerstvakantie begonnen aan






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Saturday, 18 December 2010

Midwinterhoornblazen bij de Kuzemerkooi



En een didgeridoo. Zonder happe(mondstuk) klinkt een midwinterhoorn ook als een didge.
Er is één valsspeler ;-), die gebruikt een metalen mondstuk van een euphonium.

En nog een hoornblazer


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Thursday, 16 December 2010

Weihnachtsoratorium Martinikerk Groningen

Pieter Jan Leusink
Bach Choir and Orchestra of the Netherlands


It was magnificent


One could see this fresco on the vault and hear the same instrument at the very same time.


And could this be a forerunner of the midwinterhorn?


A green man carved in 16th or 17th century benches.

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Tuesday, 7 December 2010

Midwinterhoorn-vervolg



Vandaag de "happe" gemaakt van vlierhout


De twee helften zijn gelijmd met watervaste(!) houtlijm en tijdens het drogen met tie-wraps vastgezet


Sunday, 28 November 2010

Voskuil en de Midwinterhoorn









"...van een hoogleraar in de psychologie, godbetert, die bij een aantal proefpersonen de klank van een midwinterhoorn heeft laten horen om te bewijzen dat die een algemeen menselijk oergevoel oproept!"

Het was even stil.

'Waarom zou dat niet kunnen?' vroeg Ad.




Hoe?
http://midwinterhoornblazenlosser.come2me.nl/


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Sunday, 14 November 2010

Henry Moore


Henry Moore, Mother and Child, 1921


Another coalminer's son. A different one.
Compare his treatment of life and procreation to Lawrence's.
Lawrence has the drift towards death. Moore shows real vitality.
Apollinic on the surface, there are much darker sides to his work than most people will realize.

Gassed in World War I
Worked as a bayonet fighting instructor
The horror of the trenches
The London Blitz Shelters
The child wish - (and loss of hope?)


I came to realize this on reading Sir Herbert Read's book (in German, incidentally):
D.H. Lawrence grew up in exactly the same environment [as Moore] and has described it for all time in books like The White Peacock and Sons and Lovers and some of his essays [...] Moore was never to experience the resentment and humiliation that Lawrence felt. Lawrence projects an unhappy family life into his environment; his surroundings are ugly because his life is ugly.

Herbert Read (Henry Moore, New York, 1965)


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Saturday, 13 November 2010

Eliot on Lawrence - best criticism ever

"L'oeuvre de M. Lawrence n'est jamais troublée par l'humour, la gaîté ou le persiflage; aucune diversion politique, theologique ou artistique ne vient nous distraire. Dans la suite de ses romans splendides et extrêmement mal écrits - les presses vomissant chacun d'eux avant que nous ayons eu le temps de terminer le précédent - rien ne vient égayer la monotonie des "passions sombres" qui font que ses Mâles et ses Femelles se déchirent eux-mêmes et les uns les autres. Rien ne nous soutient, sauf l'évidente sincérité de l'auteur.

T.S. Eliot Le Roman anglais contemporain 1927

African art


This might be the model of the West African Statuette in Women in Love, by D.H. Lawrence

From Chapter VI. Creme de Menthe
Gerald looked round the room. It was an ordinary London sitting-room in a flat, evidently taken furnished, rather common and ugly. But there were several negro statues, wood-carvings from West Africa, strange and disturbing, the carved negroes looked almost like the foetus of a human being. One was a woman sitting naked in a strange posture, and looking tortured, her abdomen stuck out. The young Russian explained that she was sitting in child-birth, clutching the ends of the band that hung from her neck, one in each hand, so that she could bear down, and help labour. The strange, transfixed, rudimentary face of the woman again reminded Gerald of a foetus, it was also rather wonderful, conveying the suggestion of the extreme of physical sensation, beyond the limits of mental consciousness.

`Aren't they rather obscene?' he asked, disapproving.

`I don't know,' murmured the other rapidly. `I have never defined the obscene. I think they are very good.'


From Chapter VII. Fetish

Birkin suddenly appeared in the doorway, in white pyjamas and wet hair, and a towel over his arm. He was aloof and white, and somehow evanescent.

`There's the bath-room now, if you want it,' he said generally, and was going away again, when Gerald called:

`I say, Rupert!'

`What?' The single white figure appeared again, a presence in the room.

`What do you think of that figure there? I want to know,' Gerald asked.

Birkin, white and strangely ghostly, went over to the carved figure of the negro woman in labour. Her nude, protuberant body crouched in a strange, clutching posture, her hands gripping the ends of the band, above her breast.

`It is art,' said Birkin.

`Very beautiful, it's very beautiful,' said the Russian.

They all drew near to look. Gerald looked at the group of men, the Russian golden and like a water-plant, Halliday tall and heavily, brokenly beautiful, Birkin very white and indefinite, not to be assigned, as he looked closely at the carven woman. Strangely elated, Gerald also lifted his eyes to the face of the wooden figure. And his heart contracted.

He saw vividly with his spirit the grey, forward-stretching face of the negro woman, African and tense, abstracted in utter physical stress. It was a terrible face, void, peaked, abstracted almost into meaninglessness by the weight of sensation beneath. He saw the Pussum in it. As in a dream, he knew her.

`Why is it art?' Gerald asked, shocked, resentful.

`It conveys a complete truth,' said Birkin. `It contains the whole truth of that state, whatever you feel about it.'

`But you can't call it high art,' said Gerald.

`High! There are centuries and hundreds of centuries of development in a straight line, behind that carving; it is an awful pitch of culture, of a definite sort.'

`What culture?' Gerald asked, in opposition. He hated the sheer African thing.


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Loerke's statue


Joseph Moest Godiva 1906.
It may have inspired DH Lawrence to illustrate his Loerke character.
See JB Bullen, DH Lawrence, German Sculpture and Women in Love, 2005.

From Chapter XXIX. Continental
He paused a moment, then rose, and went out of the room. He returned almost immediately with a little roll of paper, which he handed to her. She unrolled it. It was a photogravure reproduction of a statuette, signed F. Loerke.

Thursday, 28 October 2010

Sunday, 17 October 2010

The Lost Symbol

Extremely bad novel, but an interesting title

One of my versions - based on Liege Cathedral








More images of Liege Cathedral


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Saturday, 16 October 2010

Thursday, 14 October 2010

Monster with 3 ears



A quick assemblage
26 October 2010




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Quick sketch inspired by VOF de Kunst ft. Barry Hay

Saturday, 9 October 2010

Autumn light



El-Rukh bird in the making.
The eyes were recently carved and coloured.






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Saturday, 2 October 2010

Psalm 79



EEn Psalm Asaphs: O Godt, Heydenen zijn gekomen in uwe erffenisse: sy hebben 3den Tempel uwer heylicheyt verontreynicht; sy hebben Ierusalem tot steenhoopen gestelt.

Als Christelijke partijen de Mammon gaan dienen dan past slechts het woord van de Psalmdichter.

Meer...


Psalm 79, King James Version

Sunday, 12 September 2010

Thursday, 12 August 2010

Liège/Luik Cathédrale St Paul

 
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Green Man, Leaf Mask or Feuillou


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Le rouge et le noir


A Liège
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Eye of Providence Luik/Liège



The beautiful vaults of Liège Cathedral remind one of Catherine of Cleves' Book of Hours.
The Eye of Providence and the Trinity, as well as several Green Men are but a few manifestations of this lavish decoration.


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Tuesday, 10 August 2010

Wednesday, 28 July 2010

On display



This Telefomin shield was a gift, here it is on display.



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