Ben Heine Art and Music Blog: Manipulation

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Here is a pin-up, made in Belgium.
I took this photo in the frame of the
"Tour De France Photo" You can
view 2 preparatory photos here.

Model: Mlle Winona Late
Fashion Design: PitsyFashion
Hair Styling: Cora Debain
Makeup Artist: Cora Debain
Photography (+editing): Ben Heine
Location: Brussels, Belgium

Brothers Live the Same Life
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(See it on Flickr)

A photo I took in Braives (Belgium) during Christmas Eve.
We hadn't seen so much snow in Belgium since decades!!
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Detail (smallest boy in the middle):
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http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5283/5354912006_7cc1d8f588_b.jpg

Slideshow of the Week

A composite Image is a picture that is made from the combination of multiple images merged into a single surface.

The photos in this set are "constructed" creations. This technique often generates interesting and weird surreal effects. Call this "manipulation" or "montage" if you wish.

I made them with elements from my own stock accumulated over the years. For example, a crazy cloud from Holland, a nice looking animal from Africa, a tree from Canada, any object or subject worth to be seen and combined into a brand new and original composition. There is no limit to creativity, everything is possible.

Of course, there are different levels of difficulty when you start making composite images. In the past I often used only 2 or 3 different photos that I merged into a single creation (let's say a cool sky and a cool land). I'm now rather interested in making more complex images made sometimes from more than 10 elements coming from different photos I took in various places around the world. I sometimes even paint some whole parts of the images I'm working on.

In my opinion, the important thing to focus on when you make that kind of project is to merge the visual elements together in a natural way and make all the added shadows, painted light effects, enhanced perspectives, etc look good and "spontaneous". Depending on your final goals, this can be time consuming.

Anonymous

Number 2
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Number 1
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Le Mont Saint Michel Revisited
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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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Thoughts Captivity

There Are
Obsessions

By Peter S. Quinn

There are obsessions for every ride
Loneliness out there to stay
Shadows of night they sometimes hide
Into the morning and the day
Feelings of sickness everywhere go
Letting you down from the start
Something that only you know
Breaking and piercing your heart

Blossoms of cold in each fight
Nothing will give there any dream
Only the dark in the hour’s fright
With each their uncertainty beam
Oceans and waves that everything lacks
Believing nothing from its cast
Huge spaces of emptiness and blacks
All with their time to low and adjust

We are there standing in our wishing
Anywhere going for even some more
Part of us knowing some dreams missing
Nobody is forever of anything sure
Adapting footsteps through the streets
Of nobody's ways in a cruel world
Each of our emotion opposition meets
Scattering thoughts - dreams unfurled

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.

Darling

Each Life is
Like a Flower

By Peter S. Quinn

Each life is like a flower
With leaves of green and yellow
And in the rain shower
They become quite mellow
Like dreams that are going by
Or flickering flames by night
The open reddish evening sky
That falls away its light

When love is in our heart
There is so much there going
From the beginning it'll start
To give of its tender flowing
You become with flames about
And feelings that inside glow
For all the fire will be out
Like streams of a river to grow

When all is done you feel inventive
Like grass that sways in wind
And to the world assentive
So tender out sided skinned
With closeness to a life you are
And deliberated with roses
Each night you drift alone with a star
As love again to you apposes

The Path to Knowledge

There Are Times

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

There are times,
There are ways,
There are wonders,
And I can't be certain
Of everything;
Though I speak,
Though I hear,
Though I see,
My knowledge shall never
Be complete.

There are waves on
The ocean,
There is distance
Across the sea,
There are mountains
To be climbed,
There are people to
Be free;
But one thing is certain,
Freedom lies inside of me.

There are times,
There are ways,
There are wonders,
There is good and hope
In everything;
There are people,
There are moonlights,
There are days,
And in the eyes
Of my loved one
Of love I can read.

There are green colors
Of grass,
There are flowers
In the soil,
There are clouds
Across the sky,
There are hopes
For everyone;
But one thing is certain,
We must become strong.

There are times,
There are ways,
There are wonders,
And life goes on
Like before;
There are stairways,
There are distances,
There are ceilings,
But they won’t keep us apart
For knowing ones heart.
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Listen to Wisdom
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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A photo I took in the Belgian countryside
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Freedom Is To
You Calling

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

Freedom is to you calling,
Give life a heart so brave;
Each night hours are falling,
Into a dim hollow grave.
Hatred can be bottomless,
If you'll allow it to be;
But life is so fresh,
If it becomes all free.

Days by days will end,
But love can never so do;
Only down it will bend,
If it's not completely true.
Evening becomes a night,
Gathering shadows around;
Hold your feelings all right,
Lost can again be found.

Freedom is truth wearing,
Never a lie there inside;
Everyone else bearing,
Not from ourselves there hide.
You can grow out wisdom,
If the right seeds are sown;
For the conditions are calm,
If you acknowledge and atone.
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Back to my Roots
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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As I Am

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

As I am
I am your tender way
Someone to follow
Earth in its gray
Love song of the deep
As hours pass by
Hold on and keep
Knots to lose and try

You are for me
Night with its stars
Someone to follow
Winter’s top isobars
Can’t you hear me singing
Like a bird in a tree
To your heart bringing
Something of me

As I am
Without any taken
Winter ways hollow
Through the darks waken
No one but you
Understands this
From the dim dim blue
Outside in vast abyss
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Follow me Son

© 2009 - Ben Heine
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I'm Going...

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

I'm going in deepest of unknown space,
Searching with a kindle, not clear or bright;
I'll be flying dimensions, hours of grace,
Close to daybreak and the fullest of night.
Like a bird in dark with one pair of wings,
Flying across oceans, somewhere not known;
Or a singer who searches on, as he sings,
A seed from a fragile bloom not yet grown.
Ah dear friend, perhaps likewise, so are you:
Knowing not yet where your fate is going;
Into the distance, in haze and in blue,
Mountain root moss there seems all to be glowing.
Unclear quite now, is each of futures seeing,
But when crossed over, there dwells each being.
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Rhino Downtown

The Time Is Going
Somewhere

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

The time is going somewhere
But nowhere I'm still
The city lights from here to there
In every light bulb still
The hours are going by
One by one there're past
Heavy like clouds in sky
Or the roads with its dust

Everywhere you're going
Farther just than you were
Like the city lights flowing
Somewhere around or near

Letting go of dreams between
That nobody ever knows
So much is still there to be seen
In the sideways glows

Every time is going through
We are still just walking
So much there for to renew
After the stirring and talking
Ways to fill and be around
Where the days are down
Elsewhere a bit unlike found
In a different kind of a town

Also check out this blog post with
some older "Before/After" works.

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.

My Soul's Journey

© 2009 - Ben Heine
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One of my pics from Kenya...
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Goodbye Troubles

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

Love let new spring be you
Fresh in its new beginning
Heart always young and true
From growth now singing
Let me know of your laughter
Every footstep new and bold
Beautiful day’s morning after
Growth in earth from the old

Love look to my path afresh
Let me see the forest growing
So I'll know how to enmesh
With the tide's timeless going
Give my heart spring once more
Pull the way for gracious love
I need your feelings to be sure
What this throbbing is all of

Doubtful old days into the past
Those wonderful sights ahead
Rainy clouds I have by-passed
Goodbye troubles get joy instead
Pull up your friendliest smile
All the outside’s now looking in
Let aspiring hope be here awhile
Where has the laughter been?

Before/After

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

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)