Showing posts with label fire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fire. Show all posts
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The beauty and the prisoner... doomed to disappear sooner or later because unable to really express their feeling. I took this photo in Brussels not so lond ago and made the sketch as usual. The composition may look a bit tricky and unusual, because the model was actually standing in front of a large mirror… Model: Coralie Nelly. You can also view the drawing in progress at this link...

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This is a large painting on canvas I started last week (+- 100 x 130cm). I didn't want to finish it so I had the crazy and provocative idea to burn it. Like everything, art is ephemeral. Only a small piece remains, and the photos... Don't misunderstand me, art is precious and I don't like to destroy my work but this was the final purpose of this image. If you wish you can view several other pictures HERE.

© 2011 - Ben Heine
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End the pollution of the planet, save our Earth!
(I sadly discovered this in a forest, I took the
photo and also made the rough sketch)
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Detail:



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This is a real fire, a real drawing, a real piece of paper, real fingers... only ashes are left. I took this photo 2 days ago and also made the very rough sketch. This is dedicated to all the people suffering in the world. Thanks for watching.

© 2010 - Ben Heine
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A photo I took yesterday in Poland (I also made the rough sketch). Yes I know, there are no koalas in Poland but there is one in my mind, struggling against extinction...

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Koalas are in serious decline suffering from the effects of habitat destruction, domestic dog attacks, bushfires and road accidents. The Australian Koala Foundation estimates that there are less than 80,000 koalas left in the wild, possibly as few as 43,000... Read more on www.savethekoala.com

Like Smoke in Thin Air
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In Between the Lines

By Peter S. Quinn

In between the lines
Something needs to be written
Words for word it defines
What in meaning lies hidden
Plastic world outside
Within its lots of name
Through daily routine's hide
Never exactly the same

The complicated in us
Finding the in between
Roads away and across
Nothing from the outside seen
You and I of just two
Similar spices in line
Know what gets here through
And forces together combine

Yesterdays were ours
With tomorrow still to come
From lost world's inside powers
That we don't know where are from
Something is never finished
Only like smoke in thin air
In its drifting diminished
Away from reality here
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I Love You
And I Hate You
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© 2008 - Ben Heine
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I Do Not Love You
Except Because I Love You

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By Pablo Neruda

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

(The poem appeared on Plagiarist.com/poetry)

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