Showing posts with label Africa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Africa. Show all posts
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My 10 Pencil Vs Camera creations for "Art Official Concept" are currently being exhibited at the Start Stuff & Art Gallery (also known as "Art Official Concept"). It's a permanent exhibition.
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(See it on DeviantArt)
Students in Cape Verde, Western Africa.
If you wish, you can view some details here.
(See the whole Pencil Vs Camera album)
© 2011 - Ben Heine
Students in Cape Verde, Western Africa.
If you wish, you can view some details here.
(See the whole Pencil Vs Camera album)
© 2011 - Ben Heine
(See it on DeviantArt)A trio of children in Cape Verde (Western Africa).
I made the drawing and the little hole in the paper.
If you wish, you can view some details here.
(See the whole Pencil Vs Camera album)
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Made for "Art Official Concept", an art gallery based in Cape Verde (the small location spotted on the above world map)... I'll make 10 Pencil Vs Camera creations for "Art Official Concept". See the whole Pencil Vs Camera Album.
More facts: The Republic of Cape Verde is an island country, spanning an archipelago of 10 volcanic islands located in the central Atlantic Ocean, 570 kilometres off the coast of Western Africa. The islands, covering a combined area of slightly over 4,000 square kilometres. The previously uninhabited islands were discovered and colonized by the Portuguese in the 15th Century, and became an important location in the Atlantic slave trade due to their geographically advantageous position. The islands' prosperity often attracted pirates including Sir Francis Drake, who twice sacked the (then) capital Ribeira Grande, in the 1580s. The islands were also visited by Charles Darwin's expedition in 1832.
Cape Verde has a rich cultural heritage influenced by continents like Africa, South America and Europe. This heritage is reflected in the country's literature, poetry, cuisine, its dance and its famous national song, the Morna, represented worldwide by the famous Cesária Évora.
More facts: The Republic of Cape Verde is an island country, spanning an archipelago of 10 volcanic islands located in the central Atlantic Ocean, 570 kilometres off the coast of Western Africa. The islands, covering a combined area of slightly over 4,000 square kilometres. The previously uninhabited islands were discovered and colonized by the Portuguese in the 15th Century, and became an important location in the Atlantic slave trade due to their geographically advantageous position. The islands' prosperity often attracted pirates including Sir Francis Drake, who twice sacked the (then) capital Ribeira Grande, in the 1580s. The islands were also visited by Charles Darwin's expedition in 1832.
Cape Verde has a rich cultural heritage influenced by continents like Africa, South America and Europe. This heritage is reflected in the country's literature, poetry, cuisine, its dance and its famous national song, the Morna, represented worldwide by the famous Cesária Évora.
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My Recent Photos
with Wild Animals
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In Love...
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. Lost Baby
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. In The Garden!
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. Until I Get There
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. Elegance
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. I Was Flying With a Bird
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Happy Together
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Follow Your Dreams
By Peter S. Quinn
Follow your dreams that go by
Filling each moment on
Feelings of love low and high
Until each thought is gone
Closeness to them is everything
Of every hour everyday
They are the reason I still sing
Into departures that can't stay
Yesterdays are to remember
With every its old song to borrow
Like the leaves of reddish amber
Or dawn rising once more tomorrow
But our dreams never come true
They are only in the heart to glow
Mind-sets and thoughts to renew
Before they for evermore shall go
Follow your dreams for they leave
Everything is at all times falling
Hours will come of lost and grieve
And again to those times calling
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By Peter S. Quinn
Follow your dreams that go by
Filling each moment on
Feelings of love low and high
Until each thought is gone
Closeness to them is everything
Of every hour everyday
They are the reason I still sing
Into departures that can't stay
Yesterdays are to remember
With every its old song to borrow
Like the leaves of reddish amber
Or dawn rising once more tomorrow
But our dreams never come true
They are only in the heart to glow
Mind-sets and thoughts to renew
Before they for evermore shall go
Follow your dreams for they leave
Everything is at all times falling
Hours will come of lost and grieve
And again to those times calling
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Walk With the Light
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Take Me
As I Am
By Peter S. Quinn
Take me as I am let me be a twist
A carefree word here to adhere
For knitting down the gist
Inside heart-roots gone austere
Like a love that begins from inside
And brings out a beautiful bright
Like a ray that in a shade might hide
Or a beam in an evening's flight
Give same love life’s giving about
Though sideways are with bare trees
And the morning is still in its doubt
For the coming of summer's breeze
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As I Am
By Peter S. Quinn
Take me as I am let me be a twist
A carefree word here to adhere
For knitting down the gist
Inside heart-roots gone austere
Like a love that begins from inside
And brings out a beautiful bright
Like a ray that in a shade might hide
Or a beam in an evening's flight
Give same love life’s giving about
Though sideways are with bare trees
And the morning is still in its doubt
For the coming of summer's breeze
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Relaxing On The Grass
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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A picture I took around Oxford in England
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Engaging
Hands of
Earth
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Engaging hands of earth - you touch us still
Around and round in every transparent dream
Each bleaching falling glisten in quietness seem
Dear sweet autumn that my yearnings fulfill
Your smooth earthen mixture of shadings to thrill
With stars in your hair of yellow brown stream
Summer of gold is now leaving in gleam
Giving to dim every song in its skill
Withering dark to the changing grass confer
With ground tincturing that dresses the leaves
In the placid of days that are going by
Now is the time of full harvesting year
Just before tomorrow comes in with grieves:
Crack of dawn calm and the red clouded sky
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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A picture I took around Oxford in England
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Engaging
Hands of
Earth
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Engaging hands of earth - you touch us still
Around and round in every transparent dream
Each bleaching falling glisten in quietness seem
Dear sweet autumn that my yearnings fulfill
Your smooth earthen mixture of shadings to thrill
With stars in your hair of yellow brown stream
Summer of gold is now leaving in gleam
Giving to dim every song in its skill
Withering dark to the changing grass confer
With ground tincturing that dresses the leaves
In the placid of days that are going by
Now is the time of full harvesting year
Just before tomorrow comes in with grieves:
Crack of dawn calm and the red clouded sky
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Get On Through
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Always Be a
Beginner to See
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
You, always be a beginner to see
The runaway in motions close from you
The street's not empty if there is a tree
Shadowing your footsteps from the sky blue
Each of your moments is nearly not fed
Like rain bowing colours in cyberspace
The prism of few: yellow, purple, blue, red
Coming and visiting each of your place
Come see a few pictures there in your mind
Experience passing longitude in line
If I'm not wrong and you're not colour-blind
It's hard all those shades clearly to define
Closed book gets open a guide to the way
How you each moment meet with a new day.
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Beginner to See
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
You, always be a beginner to see
The runaway in motions close from you
The street's not empty if there is a tree
Shadowing your footsteps from the sky blue
Each of your moments is nearly not fed
Like rain bowing colours in cyberspace
The prism of few: yellow, purple, blue, red
Coming and visiting each of your place
Come see a few pictures there in your mind
Experience passing longitude in line
If I'm not wrong and you're not colour-blind
It's hard all those shades clearly to define
Closed book gets open a guide to the way
How you each moment meet with a new day.
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Lost Girafe on the Highway
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Daydreaming Is
Often Bad
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Daydreaming is often bad
Getting you nowhere at time
Living with once that you had
When it was early and prime
With every move and sensation
Giving you much to think
Love in its much tarnation
Into each catch like a blink
Riding on clouds to the far
Into the beguiled of their dark
Knowing sometimes what you are
Before on journeys you embark
When there's time just to know
What it is that you give me?
In every up and air blow
When we on dreams ride free
And if we are lost by a heart
In darker moments than some
Knowing when again then to start
To bring back where good is from
When we dream much of it
It isn't going to hurt us so much
We shall have time then to quit
Before it ever becomes to be such
.Often Bad
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Daydreaming is often bad
Getting you nowhere at time
Living with once that you had
When it was early and prime
With every move and sensation
Giving you much to think
Love in its much tarnation
Into each catch like a blink
Riding on clouds to the far
Into the beguiled of their dark
Knowing sometimes what you are
Before on journeys you embark
When there's time just to know
What it is that you give me?
In every up and air blow
When we on dreams ride free
And if we are lost by a heart
In darker moments than some
Knowing when again then to start
To bring back where good is from
When we dream much of it
It isn't going to hurt us so much
We shall have time then to quit
Before it ever becomes to be such
The Way To Her Heart
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Beautiful
Evening
Comes
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Beautiful evening comes,
In sweet rendezvous melody;
Like the silvery amalgams,
With it's wings so playfully.
Daybreak in orange grove,
In the blue blossomy;
That comes for a night glow,
And late hours so bonny.
Where can a brownie be,
That loves a glitter bloom;
And flies a round a tree,
Like summer's little groom.
Heart as gold at daybreak,
When the fairies all fly in;
Newborn in morning wake,
With their little fluffy spin.
Then starts the new singing,
For what was quiet and still;
The fiery light is clinging,
Over the sleepy drown hill.
Come closer you new day,
With breeze there roundabout;
Amid rose bay in the way,
Taking away the nights doubt.
Evening
Comes
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Beautiful evening comes,
In sweet rendezvous melody;
Like the silvery amalgams,
With it's wings so playfully.
Daybreak in orange grove,
In the blue blossomy;
That comes for a night glow,
And late hours so bonny.
Where can a brownie be,
That loves a glitter bloom;
And flies a round a tree,
Like summer's little groom.
Heart as gold at daybreak,
When the fairies all fly in;
Newborn in morning wake,
With their little fluffy spin.
Then starts the new singing,
For what was quiet and still;
The fiery light is clinging,
Over the sleepy drown hill.
Come closer you new day,
With breeze there roundabout;
Amid rose bay in the way,
Taking away the nights doubt.
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The African Pony
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Elemental Clouds
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Elemental clouds now ride the skies alone
Through the bound of the net raindrops falling
I hear a little music from some pebble stone
While the drizzles are splashing and calling
Steams in the wild it’s the forest song
Flowing with its drum drops earth-rending
Something for my heart in harmony to long
Each the flower petals and leaves bending
You and I we had our different ways
Sunshine and the rain songs that we found
In slanting slashing sky like horses that gallop
Tinctures in its shades dyed many plays
To the underneath water lustrous around
A thought in a walloping like the raindrop
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A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Elemental clouds now ride the skies alone
Through the bound of the net raindrops falling
I hear a little music from some pebble stone
While the drizzles are splashing and calling
Steams in the wild it’s the forest song
Flowing with its drum drops earth-rending
Something for my heart in harmony to long
Each the flower petals and leaves bending
You and I we had our different ways
Sunshine and the rain songs that we found
In slanting slashing sky like horses that gallop
Tinctures in its shades dyed many plays
To the underneath water lustrous around
A thought in a walloping like the raindrop
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