New Working Space

New working space

I just moved in a new house in the middle of a forest in Rochefort, Belgium. I have a new working space as well. My studio is now much bigger than before and I'll be able to start new projects including big size drawings, music and  more. Some crazy creative things might happen there.

The New House and Studio

Conquest of the Red Planet

Here is an original musical composition I just finished today. It's about the rover ("Curiosity") that landed on Mars the 6th of August 2012 (the vocals come from speeches in the public domain). FYI, I must now prepare some exhibitions planned in September 2012, I'll be back working hard on some new special electronic music tracks in October.

© 2012 - Ben Heine

Elixir

Here is a 20 minutes original progressive house composition I have been working on since last month. I created and edited all the sounds you hear in this composition. Next steps for me: Add singing vocals and spend more time for the mastering process of my future tracks. I hope you'll like this. Made in Ableton Live 8. If you wish you can hear a short version (8 minutes selection) here below.

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And here are the lyrics I wrote for this composition (you can hear them in the long version), they are actually read by a computer generated voice. I'll soon be working with singers to get nicer results. Coming soon. Thanks for listening.

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ELIXIR/EQUATION

There is a mathematic system,
Which reveals the mystery of creation.
There is a spiritual equation,
Explaining the enigma of imagination.

There is an arithmetic treasure,
Which gathers all the philosophies.
There is a cadence of numbers,
Decoding the biggest secrets.

There is a divine intelligence,
Capable of transforming elements.
There is a powerful matrix,
Made of ideas and concepts.

And finally, there is love,
Independent from the system,
Independent from time and space,
A magic entity. The meaning of life.

© 2012 - Ben Heine

Pencil Vs Camera - 66

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(See it on deviantART)

Music, music, music... Here is a bird with some electronic power! I took the pic and made the sketch as usual. I was sitting outside of a restaurant in Lisbon, Portugal. Several birds came and moved from one chair to another hoping to draw my attention to receive some food (I gave them all my bread, lol). If you wish, you can also view the sketch in progress and some preparatory photos HERE... See the whole "Pencil Vs Camera" album.

© 2012 - Ben Heine

Music Challenge...

As you may have read in one of my previous posts, I started creating original electronic compositions a few months ago (mainly in Ableton Live). I didn't give it up yet, lol. You can find below some of my first tracks. I usually share them on Soundcloud under this nickname: "Presage" (you can also find Presage on Facebook). It's only the beginning, I know the first tracks sound quite experimental, but I'm working hard and progressing everyday. This is my new challenge...

© 2012 - Ben Heine

Voices of Solitude
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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Through the
Wind’s Trance

By Peter S. Quinn

Here are the lost waves
Reaching to the shore
With the invisible craves
With what each man is for
Rasping the sands time sea
From nocturnal struggle
Forever in the night to be
As a performing obstacle

Penetrating every silence
From lost indistinct rise
Through the wind's trance
The hidden - in its disguise
Innumerable bizarre so pure
The seeds from buried earth
That to the people will lure
To give their missing - its birth

Hear the voice of the land
That chooses roots to be born
Invincible waves to understand
Between each contrasts it's torn
Circulating the current song
From numerous convey of hope
To struggle and rises so strong
Of succeeding newborn zest lope
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The Prison of
Loneliness
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© 2009 - Ben Heine

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In A House of the
Lonesome Night

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

Down the streets where I'm from
A song comes easily to play
On the piano chords I strum
But nothing for long will stay
The days are like a river
In their calling and longing's fire
The voices of the wind shiver
While whispering to me its desire

In a house of the lonesome night
Love songs of my dreams away
Come in their fancy and flight
Each of their shading and lay
A love is man's truest giver
Of anything that comes and goes
And the poet their passions deliver
To give words that the wind blows

Down the streets there are no names
Only leaves that are dancing on
In flickering shadows and flames
Till the hours of longing is gone
Every day has its own true meaning
With life that clashes and unfolds
In ways of disclosure and gleaning
Every aspect of its living remolds

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