20 Wednesday Sep 2017
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“Hello Doctor, / come in and / please be seated.”
(a moment of silence)
“I prefer we get / to business / right away.
Now tell me:
what use / were you / for society?”
Hallo Doctor, / kom binnen / en neem een stoel.
(een moment van stilte)
“Ik kom graag / meteen ter zake.
Vertel eens:
welk nut had U / voor de maatschappij?”
08 Tuesday Aug 2017
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Obstacle
Wandering in the forest / the frst impression was / to be confronted by obstacles. //
However, at close inspection / the elements had been constructed /
to bridge a gap.
Obstakel
Dwalend door het bos / was de eerste indruk / te stuiten op obstakels. //
Maar, bij nadere inspectie / bleken de elementen te zijn ontworpen /
om een kloof te dichten.
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Do not enter
The medium is clear / that of mixed-media. //
The intention, no … /
the aim is to provide / an easy path through the delta /
of my inner meandering.
Ga niet binnen
Het medium is helder / dat van gemengde techniek. //
De bedoeling, nee … /
het doel is het verschaffen / van een makkelijk pad door de delta /
van mijn innerlijke kronkels.
(text and photographs (c) Drager Meurtant, 2017)
24 Wednesday May 2017
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On some occasions, one comes at a particular place or view, that appears empty, or even dull. Yet, at longer inspection, and at closer look, elements arise, that have ‘content’, or background. At further consideration, connections and interplay become visible, that demonstrate that the place (or view) is far from being empty, and its image fits within the theme “one-hundred-thousand miles away from nothingness.”
Road to emptiness
I looked around the corner / and you can accept my word for it / this road leads nowhere / or atmost, it leads to emptiness.
(images 1, 2 & 3 made during walk in February 2015)
“100,000 miles away from nothingness”. if you type that phrase, and search for it on the world-wide-web, a band by the name of ‘cult to follow’ appears. with a song this is nicely written, but the opposite from what I want to express.
That is, to imagine – by light-writing or photography – the state of nothingness, that was around before. Before we were, before our ancestors were. A state that lasted eons longer than the minutes of our life.
Concrete: can you from time to time make a photograph that has so little noice, sound, surface, that terms like ’emptiness, idleness, nothingness are approximated. If so, keep still…
Black heap and no more
(could talk more than one hour about what’s more)
Shattered
Whether these are memories / or reflections, / that does not matter. // When frames crumble / or even pillars tall / then both memories and reflections / will rumble and fall.
Imagination helps. Thus, when arriving at a spot where not much is happening, figures may appear, that start talking….
Forgotten
P: “You forgot something.”
Q: “What are you saying?”
P: “You forgot something.”
Q: “That’s what you think.”
passing a demolition site, April 2015
