Ben Heine Art and Music Blog: Colours

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This is something I wanted to do before starting
my next big project (Johnny Depp's portrait)

It is made with several hundreds circles
on a black surface (click to enlarge)

The original version of this image is huge
(14 000 pixels wide, 300 dpi). If you wish
to have any more information, please
contact info@theartistery.com

© 2010 - Ben Heine

A Gift for my Muse
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Happy Saint Valentine's Day by the way!

© 2010 - Ben Heine

Pure Abstract

Some of my recent abstract works...

© 2009 - Ben Heine

Two Seasons - 2 -

Two Seasons - 1 -
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The Future is Bright
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I Lost My Mind
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I See Light
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This Light

By Peter S. Quinn

This light is a light out
In its flickering caressing flow
Some themes in shadows about
In their way in, to and fro go

Those pleasing of dim flames
So dear to the night to hold
The streets of the nocturnal names
From inside dreams never told

Those light from bulbs and fiction
To carry their ecstasies run
Without this worlds addiction
Universes between night and evening sun

Deepness of being something more
To give us their spills of shadows
Each dripping dropp of glowing store
That with the new day all goes

Dim lights from lamps here between
In glowing thick gloomy night
The winter thoughts not else seen
In ordinary underneath daylight

The feeling forgotten into sleep
But giving its breath of being
Something among between to keep
Without it actually all seeing
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Tell Him

Will You Ever Sing

By Peter S. Quinn

Will you ever sing
Like the bird in a tree,
That the sunshine can bring
Inside to me -;
All is pleasurable now
With much wondering ways,
We will manage somehow
To get it through these days.

There is winter outside
Often it is much fun,
When the sully moods hide
And the shadows are on run;
Bring though again spring
For I feel more pleasure,
Happiness is an inside feeling
Perhaps the truest treasure.

Will I ever have more
Then I have with this all,
I should have said thereinbefore
Less is less and that is small;
Let there be sunshine
Before this day is gone,
It would be according to a line
I recently have done.

Spirit of the Earth

The Earth is Yellow

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

The earth is yellow,
Under the winter's aglow;
Spring will come and grow,
A seed from under the snow.
Sleepy old forest,
With branches so barren;
Now you must adjust,
For the new and the foreign.

The earth is quite old,
Where shadows shall dissolve;
For winter can not hold,
What must revive and evolve.
The mountains become blue,
From distance faraway;
And everything come through,
With midnight sun and day.

The earth is my mother,
And with here I shall be;
Like each my sister - brother,
For all the rest of eternity.
Catch as catch you can,
The gold of green and new;
Now returns summer's van,
For youthful thoughts and hue.

Before/After

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Some older works:
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See all my final conceptual
photos on my Flickr page

Africa Africa!
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Africa, My Africa

By Ola Joseph Kolawole

Back in the years of the b.c.
When I was but a spirit in the heavenlies
Spying over the happenings on this miraculous planet,
I majored on the study of continents…

I had special interest in this spectacular one
Traced back to Cush, a man of colour
Blessed by Eledua – the Creator of creation
Obviously vast, leading her equals

Her land expanded by the hours –
They called it Ethiopia and the Egyptian empire
She was first in making wonderful inventions
And not lagging behind in linguistics and education

Her map became a riddle for the WISE:

Looking at the map from the west,
I see a gun.
Firing out intellects and academics
Imparting the whole wide world with wisdom.

Looking from the east,
I see a big foot,
Walking around the world
Preaching her precious cultural heritages

>>> read the full poem
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Heaven on Earth
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Over The
Rainbow

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

Over the rainbow
I'm waiting for you,
Hours that overflow
Into the blue;
What can I say,
No words will give
Another bright day,
In futures to live.

We might be happy
With what we have got,
Though times get snappy
For what they are not;
Bright sides and bluebirds
Yesterday's spring,
On and on new flirts
As tender hearts sing.

Over the cloudy sky
Where wonders meets eyes,
Our time passes by
And futures new lies;
Just a step here beyond
Oh blow wind oh blow,
No earth is there bond
Only colors of glow.
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Almost There
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Some Ways

By Peter S. Quinn

Some ways will never leave
For someone put them there
They are old ways archives
Buildings with a spiral stair

Blacker than dreams inside
People are making walls
Where they in their ways hide
When some stranger calls

Nothing can be done then right
Silences are giving terms
Into the lonesome way of night
The status quo of the perms
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(The poem appeared on petersquinn.blogspot.com)

PS : This is a long exposure shot I made
by night somewhere in the centre of Brussels
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Put the Volume Up !

The Pulse Beat of Life
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By Darrell
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The sound of music drifts into the street,
the beat beat beat,
crowds of faces come and go,
drifting along with the night’s flow,
some feel high,
some feel low,
some are here to put on a show,
others are just trying to let go,
some are looking for someone to know,
someone to hold,
to feel less cold,
but they all just tryin to walk life’s long road.

(The poem appeared on Visionofspirit.gaia.com)

PS : This is a photo I took
by night in the centre of Brussels.
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Changing Masks

We Wear The Mask
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By Paul Lawrence Dunbar

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be overwise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!

(The poem appeared on Dunbarsite.org)

Gilad Benari

Photographer Gilad Benari, drawing by ben heine

Gilad Benari is a talented photographer (conceptual artist more precisely) and poet. He is a big inspiration for me and for my evolution as a photographer. With his astounding photos, he lets us see the simple elements of our world in a different and beautiful way.

Gilad says: "I love to vary my experience in photography. I believe that the real joy in photography is in the trivial, in small things".

Gilad comes from Israel (Tel Aviv). The good thing with his photos is that they show another side of his country, often criticized because of it's offensive policy towards Palestine.

He explains: "Israel suffers an image of being a desert land, or simply a war zone, when showing it all over the world news. Being a photographer and a writer, I have a chance to show otherwise."

See his website,
his Deviant Art page,
and his Flick'r page.
Gilad can be contacted at :
giladbenari@walla.com

Below are some of my favorite
photos by him (click to enlarge) :

Tel Aviv Dance

Tall City

Azrieli Center

Two Burning Matches

Between Earth and Sky

One Day

Window of Opportunity

Clouds Factory

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Narcissus, Photographer

By Erica Jong

Mirror-mad,
he photographed reflections:
sunstorms in puddles,
cities in canals,

double portraits framed
in sunglasses,
the fat phantoms who dance
on the flanks of cars.

Nothing caught his eye
unless it bent
or glistered
over something else.

He trapped clouds in bottles
the way kids
trap grasshoppers.
Then one misty day

he was stopped
by the windshield.
Behind him,
an avenue of trees,

before him,
the mirror of that scene.
He seemed to enter
what, in fact, he left.

(The poem appeared on ericajong.com)