Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Le Vaste, le Vide et la Main

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"Uitgebreid, de leegte en de hand"
(The Vast, The Void and the Hand)

Ink [+] Photoshop
made in 2005
by
Daan.le.Loup

dedicated to
Maud van Roosmalen

Copyrights Reserved.
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Lo Vasto...
Etérea fuerza inmensurable,
eterno pulso palpitante,
inperemne tejido intrínseco,
envoltura eterna del cosmos...

El Vacío...
Estridente silencio,
incorpóreo fluido implosivo,
existencia invertida,
acuoso contenido translucido del Universo...

La Mano...
Carne contra el Infinito,
incrustada en la tierra,
elevada al cielo,
disuelta en el Tiempo...

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[English Version]
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The Vast...
ethereal inmensurable force,
eternal trembling pulse,
limitless intrinsic weave,
perpetual Cosmos envelope...

The Void..
loud silence,
incorporeal implosive fluid,
inverted existence,
liquid translucid content of the Universe...

The Hand...
Flesh against the Infinite,
inlaid in the ground,
elevated to heaven,
dissolved in the Time...
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For u niña de Tinta...
Let´s celebrate the space within the light and the shadows...
Handipac! ^_^

Daniel.le.Loup

Sound: ["Bocanada" by Gustavo Cerati]


3 comments:

MANUELA ABIF said...

Me gusta la dialéctica, las trilogías, lo existente, lo lleno, lo vasto, no podría ser sin lo inexistente, lo carente, lo vacío... pero la mano, siempre será el símbolo de la creación del todo y la nada que reside dentro del mismo. Mon ami, estás muy inspirado en el infinito cósmico, jejeje... una abrazo, espero que continuemos en contacto... el amor todo lo - cura o al menos enloquece... ciao

MaĐ said...

∙ ∙ A little word from out of the painted world ∙ ∙
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”One soul, one dream, one light, one fantasy...” Niña de Tinta
Do you feel how the energy of the mysterious moon floats through the air?
Can you taste the pureness of the bright light twinkling stars shining in heaven?
Do you see the invisible happiness of the shadows drifting into the vast?
Can you hear the unspoken words of nature telling you sweet little things?
Do you feel the endlessly of life living into both our souls?
If you can and do,
you will know how deep my band is with De Jongen met de Lens.
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”Ce n’est pas le cierge qui fait la flame, c’est la flame qui a fait le cierge.” - P. Claudell, Postitions et propositions (1934)
(It’s not the candle which makes the flame, it’s the flame which makes the candle)
∙ ∙Burning endlessly in my pocket∙ ∙
There is no need for words, my silence will speak and tell you how unbelievable grateful I am in every word, into every letter I write. What can my words tell if they are just a weak description from what I really feel inside my chest and soul?
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”Im Frieden en Krieg behält Eimigkeit der Sieg” - G. Rollenhagen, Froschmeuseler (1566)
(In peace and war the companionship will gain victory)
∙ ∙ One for all, all for one ∙ ∙
Your ink photoshop work is amazing, so damn amazing! It makes me think of The Three Musketeers. Like the first quote says on the top of this comment, ‘one soul, one dream, one light, one fantasy…’. Three elements tied together to one united soul. It is wonderful what you can do with ink and photoshop, the sense of thoughts and feelings are so amazingly created into one master piece… The truth into it is like the softness of the daylight, the mysteriousness of the moon light and it has the power of the fresh air covered into it. How did you did it?
You handle your art lense with a charming romantic gentleness I only can see into your eyes. You have the will, you have the strength and the soul inside your soul. Reflected into this beautiful art work I see you, your soul and your heart. Also I see the band between two ‘Never Known Landers’ and two dreaming people living in Utopia. Really it’s amazing what all I can see into it…(The contradictions, the united powers….)
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”Celui quie rêve se mélange á l’air” – G. Schéhadé, Les poésis (1952)
(Who’s dreaming makes him/herself one with the air)
∙ ∙ dreaming out aloud ∙ ∙
Imagine yourself the air is my paper, imagine yourself, my fingers are my brushes, imagine yourself your soul is what I am painting….
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∙ ∙ H A N D I P A C∙ ∙
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From out of Never Known Land,
Your Niña de Tinta.
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Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias / Gracias /
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A smile from ear to ear, a smile as warm as the hottest fire, a smile as powerful as the moon, as smile as grand as the whole universe.. a smile for you / a smile for you / a smile for you / a smile for you / a smile for you / a smile for you /
a smile for you / a smile for you / a smile for you / a smile for you / a smile for you / a smile for you / a smile for you /

RadikalGirl said...

El vacio...algunos dicen que no existe...existe?..me encanta la descripción : Estridente silencio, acuoso contenido translucido del Universo...

y yo lo que más amo son los espacios...porque hacen que lo lleno tome sentido... y si todo estuviera lleno ya nada seria interesante...

p.s1. soy la tercera...no hay primero sin segundo y no hay un segundo en que aparezca el tercero...

p.s2. y como ha pasado el tiempo,y como hemos cambiado...y ni se te ocurra no invitarme al coctelito famoso...you know...el del cuervo...jejee...

God bless u...gracias por prestarme esa imagen...totalmente agradecida...