In an experiment, some human placenta DNA (the most pristine form of DNA) was placed in a container from which they could measure changes in the DNA. Twenty-eight vials of DNA were given (one each) to 28 trained researchers. Each researcher had been trained how to generate and FEEL feelings, and they each had strong emotions.
What was discovered was that the DNA CHANGED ITS SHAPE according to the feelings of the researchers: 1. When the researchers FELT gratitude, love, and appreciation, the DNA responded by RELAXING and the strands unwound. The length of the DNA became longer. 2. When the researchers FELT anger, fear, frustration, or stress, the DNA responded by TIGHTENING UP. It became shorter and SWITCHED OFF many of our DNA codes! If you've ever felt "shut down" by negative emotions, now you know your body was equally shut down too.
The shut down of the DNA codes was reversed and the codes were switched back on again when feelings of love, joy, gratitude, and appreciation were felt by the researchers.
This experiment was later followed up by testing HIV positive patients. They discovered that feelings of love, gratitude, and appreciation created 300,000 TIMES the RESISTANCE they had without those feelings.
So here's the answer to what can help you stay well, no matter what dreadful virus or bacteria may be floating around. Stay in feelings of joy, love, gratitude, and appreciation!
These emotional changes went beyond the effects of electro-magnetics. Individuals trained in deep love were able to change the shape of their DNA. Gregg Braden, author of The God Code, says this illustrates a new recognized form of energy that connects all of creation. This energy appears to be a TIGHTLY WOVEN WEB that connects all matter. Essentially we're able to influence this web of creation through our VIBRATION.
SUMMARY: What do the results of these experiments have to do with our present situation? This is the science behind how we can choose a timeline to stay safe, no matter what else is happening.
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woensdag, december 22, 2004
maandag, december 20, 2004
donderdag, december 16, 2004
zaterdag, december 11, 2004
Photo of the Week
Everyone can send in 3 photos every week and get points and comments by passers by. Every month there is a nomination.
vrijdag, december 10, 2004
The Place of Truth
There is a place in you where this whole world has been forgotten; where no memory of sin and of illusion lingers still. There is a place in you which time has left, and echoes of eternity are heard. There is a resting place so still no sound except a hymn to Heaven rises up...
(Kenneth Wapnick)
(Kenneth Wapnick)
dinsdag, december 07, 2004
maandag, november 29, 2004
Clouds
Fragment of music by componist and bass clarinettist Muso.
*12 sept. 2015, dit is een oude link, werkt niet meer; in plaats daarvan de uitgeverij
waar muziek van hem te koop is:
https://www.milinda-uitgevers.nl/asoka/auteur/1518/muso
*12 sept. 2015, dit is een oude link, werkt niet meer; in plaats daarvan de uitgeverij
waar muziek van hem te koop is:
https://www.milinda-uitgevers.nl/asoka/auteur/1518/muso
zondag, november 28, 2004
Leaping greenly spirit of trees
“I thank You God for this most amazing day; for the leaping greenly spirit of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes.”
e.e. cummings
e.e. cummings
zaterdag, november 27, 2004
Dylan's new book Chronicles
"A song is like a dream, and you try to make it come true," Dylan writes. "They’re like strange countries that you have to enter."
dinsdag, november 23, 2004
maandag, november 22, 2004
Art is
[Art is] "A human activity having for its purpose the transmission of the highest and best feelings to which men have risen."
- LEO TOLSTOY Russian novelist, 1828 1910
"Any young person who has studied Heidegger; or seen Ionesco's `plays'; or listened to the `music' of John Cage; or looked at Andy Warhol's `paintings'- has experienced that feeling of incredulous puzzlement: But this is nonsense! . . . if it made sense, it could be evaluated. The essence of modern intellectual snobbery is the `emperor's new clothes' approach. Teachers, critics, our self-appointed intellectual elite make it quite clear to us that if we cannot see the superlative nature of this `art'- why, it merely shows our ignorance, our lack of sophistication and insight. Of course, they go beyond the storybook emperor's tailors, who dressed their victim in nothing and called it fine garments. The modern tailors dress the emperor in garbage."
- RON MERRILL American writer, living
"When a work lifts your spirits and inspires bold and noble thoughts in you, do not look for any other standard to judge by: the work is good, the product of a master craftsman."
- JEAN DE LA BRUYERE French writer, 1645 1696
Visual art is a leading indicator of the way in which society is moving, and one of the most obvious and visible signs that sanity has lost its way. Blank white canvases; photographs of men having sex with each other; paint haphazardly thrown onto a canvas and called art - these are representative of "modern art."
One of the greatest frauds of modern times is the idea that art should be difficult to understand, and that a sign of sophistication and intelligence is understanding what is incomprehensible to the uninitiated. The result is a farce: Those who wish to appear sophisticated pretend to see meaning where there is none.
Art has a definite purpose: to show what people can and should be. The best art - whether literature, visual, or music - inspires us to be our best. Art is a way of integrating our values; saying in one picture what, as the saying goes, it would take 1,000 words to explain. In this sense, the best art affects us in an immediate and emotionally captivating way. Great art reaffirms our most important values; mediocre art confuses; bad art degrades us. The best art lifts us up; the worst art shows contempt for the idea that there is any "up."
FOCUS
Find art that inspires you to be your best self.
- LEO TOLSTOY Russian novelist, 1828 1910
"Any young person who has studied Heidegger; or seen Ionesco's `plays'; or listened to the `music' of John Cage; or looked at Andy Warhol's `paintings'- has experienced that feeling of incredulous puzzlement: But this is nonsense! . . . if it made sense, it could be evaluated. The essence of modern intellectual snobbery is the `emperor's new clothes' approach. Teachers, critics, our self-appointed intellectual elite make it quite clear to us that if we cannot see the superlative nature of this `art'- why, it merely shows our ignorance, our lack of sophistication and insight. Of course, they go beyond the storybook emperor's tailors, who dressed their victim in nothing and called it fine garments. The modern tailors dress the emperor in garbage."
- RON MERRILL American writer, living
"When a work lifts your spirits and inspires bold and noble thoughts in you, do not look for any other standard to judge by: the work is good, the product of a master craftsman."
- JEAN DE LA BRUYERE French writer, 1645 1696
Visual art is a leading indicator of the way in which society is moving, and one of the most obvious and visible signs that sanity has lost its way. Blank white canvases; photographs of men having sex with each other; paint haphazardly thrown onto a canvas and called art - these are representative of "modern art."
One of the greatest frauds of modern times is the idea that art should be difficult to understand, and that a sign of sophistication and intelligence is understanding what is incomprehensible to the uninitiated. The result is a farce: Those who wish to appear sophisticated pretend to see meaning where there is none.
Art has a definite purpose: to show what people can and should be. The best art - whether literature, visual, or music - inspires us to be our best. Art is a way of integrating our values; saying in one picture what, as the saying goes, it would take 1,000 words to explain. In this sense, the best art affects us in an immediate and emotionally captivating way. Great art reaffirms our most important values; mediocre art confuses; bad art degrades us. The best art lifts us up; the worst art shows contempt for the idea that there is any "up."
FOCUS
Find art that inspires you to be your best self.
vrijdag, november 12, 2004
In the Heart of Pain
A Spiritual Exercise from Finding a Joyful Life in the Heart of Pain by Darlene Cohen
Darlene Cohen presents a number of ways for us to feel more connected with our bodies, the earth, our senses, our feelings, our creative energies, and other people. Here is an exercise to increase generosity.
"After a while, the gap between my social behavior and my real behavior got so large, it troubled me. I told my problem to a teacher at Zen Center, and he encouraged me to begin a selfishness practice to see where my true generosity might lie. So for the next several months, whenever cookies were served at tea, I was always very careful to take the largest one. Whenever anyone asked me for help with something, I always said no. This was very hard at first, but eventually I got into it. After some months, I felt so personally nourished that I found myself spontaneously offering to help someone almost without realizing it. I thought about it later and realized that I finally felt completely taken care of, that I was full to the brim, and so I was willing — even eager — to share my bounty with others. This is the internal revolution that turns the social convention of courteous helpfulness into genuine and unstinting generosity. In the realm of helping or nurturing behavior, charity very much begins at home."
To Practice: Be deliberately selfish for a period of time; then examine whether your willingness to be generous has changed.
Darlene Cohen presents a number of ways for us to feel more connected with our bodies, the earth, our senses, our feelings, our creative energies, and other people. Here is an exercise to increase generosity.
"After a while, the gap between my social behavior and my real behavior got so large, it troubled me. I told my problem to a teacher at Zen Center, and he encouraged me to begin a selfishness practice to see where my true generosity might lie. So for the next several months, whenever cookies were served at tea, I was always very careful to take the largest one. Whenever anyone asked me for help with something, I always said no. This was very hard at first, but eventually I got into it. After some months, I felt so personally nourished that I found myself spontaneously offering to help someone almost without realizing it. I thought about it later and realized that I finally felt completely taken care of, that I was full to the brim, and so I was willing — even eager — to share my bounty with others. This is the internal revolution that turns the social convention of courteous helpfulness into genuine and unstinting generosity. In the realm of helping or nurturing behavior, charity very much begins at home."
To Practice: Be deliberately selfish for a period of time; then examine whether your willingness to be generous has changed.
donderdag, november 11, 2004
Ix Quick, a meta search engine
This is a new search engine for me, found on my Ned Stat page, where my top 1000 place is now on 450. Due to computer problems I haven't been online for a few weeks. Glad to be back!
zaterdag, oktober 30, 2004
vrijdag, oktober 29, 2004
Gratitude
For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food, for love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food, for love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
"If the world is enchanted, by definition it must have a voice, because a chant is made by a voice, and so for enchanted living we need to hear voices. Modern rationality blanches at the idea of taking 'voices' seriously, and we diagnose people who hear voices as emotionally disturbed or mentally ill. I've worked with several people who have heard voices and other sounds, but the truth is, I have too. Once in a while I will be lying in bed and suddenly hear my name called out sharply. I may wake up and wonder who is there. Occassionally in waking life I'll hear a voice or a sound, and I won't be able to tell whether the sound was physical or psychological.
"I need silence to hear the intuitions that pass by, like angels on their vaporous footpath, making soft, barely perceptible sounds. Rarely does a new idea come along orchestrated for trumpets. The vibraphone is a good instrument for the soul, or panpipes, or the Celtic harp. The most important sounds in a person's life may be so quiet that they are easily missed. In the noise of life you may not notice an invitation to a new career or a marriage, and you may be distracted when out of the air a message comes that a new home is waiting for you.
(from Re-Enchantment of Daily Life by Thomas Moore)
"I need silence to hear the intuitions that pass by, like angels on their vaporous footpath, making soft, barely perceptible sounds. Rarely does a new idea come along orchestrated for trumpets. The vibraphone is a good instrument for the soul, or panpipes, or the Celtic harp. The most important sounds in a person's life may be so quiet that they are easily missed. In the noise of life you may not notice an invitation to a new career or a marriage, and you may be distracted when out of the air a message comes that a new home is waiting for you.
(from Re-Enchantment of Daily Life by Thomas Moore)
zaterdag, oktober 23, 2004
Stijgend met stip ;) op nummer 300
My website is going up in the top 1000 of Ned Stat, now on number 300.
vrijdag, oktober 15, 2004
donderdag, oktober 07, 2004
An Exhibition of Drawings Celebrates Lennon at 64
It isn't a milestone anniversary, exactly; it doesn't end in zero or five. But John Lennon would have been 64 on Saturday.
woensdag, oktober 06, 2004
dinsdag, oktober 05, 2004
Zoom series about Dutch photographers
And I will publish my interview translated into English again for all my international readers.
Up till now I have only done free work, in the Netherlands as well as during travels abroad. I got interested in photography when I wanted to photograph my selfmade paintings. A friend advised me to get a Pentax, and for 250 guilders I bought a secondhand Pentax MG mirror reflex camera, with which I have shot all my material till now.
The goal of my photography is to show that there is much more beauty and mystery in nature than we would think so on the surface. That's why I make close ups. In that way I can look at reality much more intensely, ever on the look out for surprising, strange and mysterious forms and structures. I also pay a lot of attention to contrasts between light and dark. What fascinates me in sand, is its seemingly uniformity, its monochrome nature. It seems but one shade, one color, and that makes it extra susceptible for light and shadow effects. And the combination of sand and water which one finds at the beach, gives new possibilities continuously. I love the sea and the beach very much. Nowhere else in the Netherlands one finds such vastness and infinity.
You can look upon my close ups as a kind of aerial photography for near-sighted people. I love maps and the view of the earth from a plane. For me making close ups means a quest for images that emanate quietness, amidst our overcrowded visual world, and a certain mystery. I also love it when the images are abstract, but at the same time tell something in figurative forms. Whether I have tips for thematical photography? Photograph that which you love, that seems to be the most important thing.
Next to sand I like to photograph water, rain and mist, ice, stones, rocks, shadows and woodlands. All nature yes, but I also like advertising boards in foreign languages. Everything that emphasizes the mystery of life.The color red is very powerful and draws a lot of attention. I don't use it specifically, but I would use it in a subtile way. What I find beautiful is a red detail in a surrounding which is for the rest not so colorful. My photography is as pure as possible. I don't use flash light, only day light. I only use my Pentax and don't even own a telelense, for I like to keep it simple.
(published in Zoom Magazine, june 2004)
Up till now I have only done free work, in the Netherlands as well as during travels abroad. I got interested in photography when I wanted to photograph my selfmade paintings. A friend advised me to get a Pentax, and for 250 guilders I bought a secondhand Pentax MG mirror reflex camera, with which I have shot all my material till now.
The goal of my photography is to show that there is much more beauty and mystery in nature than we would think so on the surface. That's why I make close ups. In that way I can look at reality much more intensely, ever on the look out for surprising, strange and mysterious forms and structures. I also pay a lot of attention to contrasts between light and dark. What fascinates me in sand, is its seemingly uniformity, its monochrome nature. It seems but one shade, one color, and that makes it extra susceptible for light and shadow effects. And the combination of sand and water which one finds at the beach, gives new possibilities continuously. I love the sea and the beach very much. Nowhere else in the Netherlands one finds such vastness and infinity.
You can look upon my close ups as a kind of aerial photography for near-sighted people. I love maps and the view of the earth from a plane. For me making close ups means a quest for images that emanate quietness, amidst our overcrowded visual world, and a certain mystery. I also love it when the images are abstract, but at the same time tell something in figurative forms. Whether I have tips for thematical photography? Photograph that which you love, that seems to be the most important thing.
Next to sand I like to photograph water, rain and mist, ice, stones, rocks, shadows and woodlands. All nature yes, but I also like advertising boards in foreign languages. Everything that emphasizes the mystery of life.The color red is very powerful and draws a lot of attention. I don't use it specifically, but I would use it in a subtile way. What I find beautiful is a red detail in a surrounding which is for the rest not so colorful. My photography is as pure as possible. I don't use flash light, only day light. I only use my Pentax and don't even own a telelense, for I like to keep it simple.
(published in Zoom Magazine, june 2004)
maandag, oktober 04, 2004
Top 1000 Ned Stat
My website Photos & Flora van Stek is on number 268 today in the Top 1000 from NedStat. It was on 599 so it is going up rapidly.
vrijdag, oktober 01, 2004
Beyond Life's Changing Circumstances
A relaxing and soothing voice with an inspiring message. Click on the title to listen and let it give you inner peace.
vrijdag, september 03, 2004
Exhibition Schoorl 6 sep - 1 nov 2004
- This Monday we are going to make a new exhibition in Schoorl, a beautiful village not far away from Alkmaar (when you click on the title of this post, you will see information about this village), with
- 4 photo canvases (shown in Amsterdam last year at my solo exhibition 'The Sands of Time')
- 6 color photos framed in chique perspex (exhibited in New York City at the Affordable Art Fair last year) and
- 6 paintings I made during the years 1993/1996, with the theme 'Listening'.
Here are two of the color photos that you can see in
Wijksteunpunt De Sanderij, Heereweg 7, Schoorl;
open Monday throughout Friday from 8 am till 6 pm.
Saturday and Sunday only on appointment,
telephone (31) (0)72 5154163.
dinsdag, augustus 31, 2004
SeeingDrawing as a Meditation
Was in the public library today and have been reading in Frederick Franck's book about drawing and seeing. He calls his way of working Zen Seeing.
vrijdag, augustus 27, 2004
A Day at the Beach in Bergen
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| A Day at the Beach, 2004 by Flora van Stek |
Bergen aan Zee is a small beach resort not too far from the old city of Alkmaar where I live. It's 20 till 40 minutes by bike through quiet green meadows, dark woods and spaceous hilly dunes, before I reach the beach, park my bike against a fence and take off my shoes to walk barefoot to the welcoming rolling waves of the North Sea.
woensdag, augustus 25, 2004
zaterdag, augustus 21, 2004
Gemeentemuseum The Hague
It's one of the finest mueums in the world, they say. My father Wim van Stek worked there as graphic designer when I was between 8 and 10 years old. Many Wednesday afternoons I played near the doll's house and in the beautiful garden.
Curtis Keeps it Natural
Jamie Lee Curtis claims her movie career may be over -- because she won't get plastic surgery. In a revealing interview in the new issue of More magazine, the actress says "I don't want to watch my face get older on film." That's just one of the revelations that the 45-year-old Golden Globe winner makes as she lashes out against what she calls "Hollywood's plastic surgery epidemic," warning that, "It's going to backfire at some point; somebody famous and young is going to have to die on the table."
vrijdag, augustus 20, 2004
Autumn in Summer
The warmth was so thick
that everything seemed to stand still
everything except for the cars,
the motorcycles and the bicycles
and the pedestrians naturally
Suddenly a windhose moved
a large amount of dried out leaves over the road
In the midst of all the busy traffic
It appeared like Autumn
on this tenth of August
The scene is engrained in my being
This contrast between the motionless atmosphere
of a clouded day right after a heatwave
And those Autumn leaves
Almost dancing
(written by Flora van Stek)
that everything seemed to stand still
everything except for the cars,
the motorcycles and the bicycles
and the pedestrians naturally
Suddenly a windhose moved
a large amount of dried out leaves over the road
In the midst of all the busy traffic
It appeared like Autumn
on this tenth of August
The scene is engrained in my being
This contrast between the motionless atmosphere
of a clouded day right after a heatwave
And those Autumn leaves
Almost dancing
(written by Flora van Stek)
what intrigues me
raindrops
mist
names on boats, houses, cars
deserted streets
public women
silent couples
shop keepers
how people earn money
mist
names on boats, houses, cars
deserted streets
public women
silent couples
shop keepers
how people earn money
woensdag, augustus 18, 2004
what inspires me
to walk in a park surrounded by trees, leaves, water, birds
to sit on a bench looking at swimming ducks, walking geese,
flying birds, clouds, airplanes
to cycle to the countryside and see cows, sheep, horses,
meadows, birds in the grass eating worms
to sit near the waterside and listen to the sounds of frogs,
seagulls, ducks, motorboats, cars on the motorway
where are the people in my world?
how inspiring are they?
to sit on a bench looking at swimming ducks, walking geese,
flying birds, clouds, airplanes
to cycle to the countryside and see cows, sheep, horses,
meadows, birds in the grass eating worms
to sit near the waterside and listen to the sounds of frogs,
seagulls, ducks, motorboats, cars on the motorway
where are the people in my world?
how inspiring are they?
woensdag, augustus 11, 2004
Stillness = joy = love
'To meet everything and everyone through stillness instead of mental noise is the greatest gift you can offer to the universe. I call it stillness, but it is a jewel with many facets: that stillness is also joy, and it is love.'
Eckhart Tolle
Eckhart Tolle
maandag, augustus 09, 2004
More about Cartier-Bresson
I saw a documentary about Cartier-Bresson on tv yesterday and was pleasantly surprised by his sweet, almost childlike smile when he showed his black and white photographs to the camera.
vrijdag, augustus 06, 2004
In Memoriam Cartier-Bresson
Topfotograaf Cartier-Bresson overleden
De wereldberoemde fotograaf Henri Cartier-Bresson is op 95-jarige leeftijd overleden. Cartier-Bresson is voornamelijk bekend geworden door het door hem (en Robert Capa en David Seymour) opgerichte foto-agentschap Magnum. Tevens is hij wereldberoemd vanwege zijn fotojournalistieke werk. De bekendste foto's van hem zijn die van Mao Zedong en Mahatma Ghandi. Henri Cartier-Bresson schijnt overigens ook de bedenker te zijn van 'het beslissende moment' als een fotografisch begrip. Zijn werk is terug te vinden op vele websites, waaronder
http://www.photology.com/bresson/ , http://www.npg.si.edu/exh/cb/ en http://www.afterimagegallery.com/bresson.htm.
(uit: Nieuwsbrief Zoom Magazine, augustus 2004)
De wereldberoemde fotograaf Henri Cartier-Bresson is op 95-jarige leeftijd overleden. Cartier-Bresson is voornamelijk bekend geworden door het door hem (en Robert Capa en David Seymour) opgerichte foto-agentschap Magnum. Tevens is hij wereldberoemd vanwege zijn fotojournalistieke werk. De bekendste foto's van hem zijn die van Mao Zedong en Mahatma Ghandi. Henri Cartier-Bresson schijnt overigens ook de bedenker te zijn van 'het beslissende moment' als een fotografisch begrip. Zijn werk is terug te vinden op vele websites, waaronder
http://www.photology.com/bresson/ , http://www.npg.si.edu/exh/cb/ en http://www.afterimagegallery.com/bresson.htm.
(uit: Nieuwsbrief Zoom Magazine, augustus 2004)
donderdag, juli 29, 2004
zondag, juli 25, 2004
An egg is an egg is an egg...
Eating a boiled egg for breakfast
is always a special delight to me
Watching the soft, bright yellow yolk
surrounded by the sturdy white flesh
of the egg tickles my sensual mind
The oval shaped egg feels tender
and strong at the same time
Its shell protects the inside very well
and yet let it drop and it breaks into
cracks like the skin of an old person
There is wisdom in eggs and beauty
in this elegant design of pregnancy
Compared to the physical process
of the visible growing female belly
An egg is an abstract work of art
Roll it through your hand and feel its
roundness, its softness, its strength
It is said that eggs can absorb negativity
and tension, even pains and heartaches
An egg is a kind of genius in its own way
Written by Flora van Stek, 2004
is always a special delight to me
Watching the soft, bright yellow yolk
surrounded by the sturdy white flesh
of the egg tickles my sensual mind
The oval shaped egg feels tender
and strong at the same time
Its shell protects the inside very well
and yet let it drop and it breaks into
cracks like the skin of an old person
There is wisdom in eggs and beauty
in this elegant design of pregnancy
Compared to the physical process
of the visible growing female belly
An egg is an abstract work of art
Roll it through your hand and feel its
roundness, its softness, its strength
It is said that eggs can absorb negativity
and tension, even pains and heartaches
An egg is a kind of genius in its own way
Written by Flora van Stek, 2004
vrijdag, juli 23, 2004
zaterdag, juli 17, 2004
Ears full of High Noise
Was tinnitus the reason Van Gogh cut off one of his ears?
Barbra Streisand says it's because of tinnitus that she is having such a temperament...
I have had tinnitus for as long as I can remember. It's a continuous shrill sound in both of my ears and it never goes away. It is quite loud and the only thing that helps to forget it a little is having pretty loud music on. Now I read in this article that many popmusicians haven gotten it because of playing loud music on stage.
Barbra Streisand says it's because of tinnitus that she is having such a temperament...
I have had tinnitus for as long as I can remember. It's a continuous shrill sound in both of my ears and it never goes away. It is quite loud and the only thing that helps to forget it a little is having pretty loud music on. Now I read in this article that many popmusicians haven gotten it because of playing loud music on stage.
Funny Geese in Neighborhood Park
For years I was afraid of geese. Once when I lived in Amsterdam, a whole colony of them chased me during a ride on my bike in the outskirts of town.
It was scary! They were furious and I didn't know why!
I avoided geese ever since.
Now things have changed. In my neighborhood park lives a very peaceful group of geese, eating bread from passersby, chewing grass, swimming in the pond, standing at the side of the pond, on one or two legs... And they are funny!
This is a sketch I made of these geese. They make me laugh...
It was scary! They were furious and I didn't know why!
I avoided geese ever since.
Now things have changed. In my neighborhood park lives a very peaceful group of geese, eating bread from passersby, chewing grass, swimming in the pond, standing at the side of the pond, on one or two legs... And they are funny!
This is a sketch I made of these geese. They make me laugh...
donderdag, juli 15, 2004
zaterdag, juli 10, 2004
donderdag, mei 13, 2004
Camperduin, where I made lots of my sand photos
Camperduin is a small beach resort on the coast of the North Sea. It is a very special place because on the left side there are dunes and wide sand beaches, and on the right side there is a very wide asphalt dike, going for miles and miles to the north. Between the asphalt and the sea lay big black basalt stones for extra protection. Many many men have worked on it, and it gives a spectacular view. This photo which I made in 2003, gives you an impression of the atmosphere.
An angel for every time of the day
Austrian-born Brother David Steindl-Rast, O.S.B., is a senior member of Mount Savior Benedictine monastery in New York State. After years of monastic training, Brother David was sent by his abbot to participate in Buddhist-Christian dialogue. Together with Thomas Merton, Brother David contributed to the renewal of religious life, especially through the House of Prayer movement. Brother David is the author of A Listening Heart, Gratefulness, and Belonging to the Universe, which he co-wrote with Fritjof Capra. At present, Brother David is concentrating his efforts on a truly wonderful interactive website, www.gratefulness.org. (Visit and light a candle.) Henry Stark, a frequent contributor to SACRED JOURNEY recently interviewed Brother David about his most recent book, Music of Silence: A Sacred Journey through the Hours of the Day, co-written with Sharon Lebell.
In the monastic tradition every day unfolds during eight "hours" or public services of prayer and chanting. "Vigils," the early morning hour is when mystery and darkness reign. "Lauds" acknowledges the coming of the light. "Prime" is the time to deliberately take up the day's labors. "Terce" is a short mid-morning break where spiritual blessings provide the energy to reawaken. "Sext" is in the middle of everything when the sun is at its peak and life is often frenzied. This is the moment to think about peace and offer service to another. "None" acknowledges the lengthening shadows and fading of the day. "Vespers" celebrates the lighting of the lamps as darkness descends and the contradictions of the day are examined, reconciled, and replaced with serenity. "Compline" brings completion to the day. This final prayer for the day begins, "A peaceful night and perfect end grant us. " Thus, the circle of each day is drawn.
In the monastic tradition every day unfolds during eight "hours" or public services of prayer and chanting. "Vigils," the early morning hour is when mystery and darkness reign. "Lauds" acknowledges the coming of the light. "Prime" is the time to deliberately take up the day's labors. "Terce" is a short mid-morning break where spiritual blessings provide the energy to reawaken. "Sext" is in the middle of everything when the sun is at its peak and life is often frenzied. This is the moment to think about peace and offer service to another. "None" acknowledges the lengthening shadows and fading of the day. "Vespers" celebrates the lighting of the lamps as darkness descends and the contradictions of the day are examined, reconciled, and replaced with serenity. "Compline" brings completion to the day. This final prayer for the day begins, "A peaceful night and perfect end grant us. " Thus, the circle of each day is drawn.
donderdag, mei 06, 2004
Click here to see what shape the moon is in
Very nice (and simple!) tool to see what the moon looks like on a certain date. As we say in Dutch: A child can do the laundry!
My blog in Poland
This blog is also found in Poland now, thanks to my link of the recipe site in Polish, with a steak on it, which is 'stek' in Polish, just like my last name. Since Poland is one of the 10 new countries of Europe, it does seem appropriate and I welcome our Polish friends, especially the ones that are interested in artphotography.
It is interesting though that my last name means 'steak' in Polish. It reminds me of a poem I wrote (again!!! something is triggering my memory tonight!) many many years ago. I wrote it in Dutch and it went like this:
Ik ben een sinaasappel...
Pel m'n schil
Oranje met gaatjes
Trek me open
Proef m'n sappen
en kauw m'n vlees fijn.
Translation:
I am an orange
Peel me off
Orange with little holes
Tear me open
Taste my juices
and chew my flesh.
It would be quite easy to replace the orange with a steak, the only thing that would seem strange, would be the orange part with the little holes. You would really wonder whether the steak was still up to date, but for the rest...
Well, anyway... Who knows what other poems will come along memory lane these days... Just wait and see...
It is interesting though that my last name means 'steak' in Polish. It reminds me of a poem I wrote (again!!! something is triggering my memory tonight!) many many years ago. I wrote it in Dutch and it went like this:
Ik ben een sinaasappel...
Pel m'n schil
Oranje met gaatjes
Trek me open
Proef m'n sappen
en kauw m'n vlees fijn.
Translation:
I am an orange
Peel me off
Orange with little holes
Tear me open
Taste my juices
and chew my flesh.
It would be quite easy to replace the orange with a steak, the only thing that would seem strange, would be the orange part with the little holes. You would really wonder whether the steak was still up to date, but for the rest...
Well, anyway... Who knows what other poems will come along memory lane these days... Just wait and see...
See the full moon
I see the full moon
peeping through my upper little window
a bright light spot without my contacts in
I just woke up, it's 3 am
and I think about you
far away overseas
at least you're seeing the same moon as I do
I wrote this poem a couple of years ago and thought about it again when I posted the site about the eclipse of the moon.
peeping through my upper little window
a bright light spot without my contacts in
I just woke up, it's 3 am
and I think about you
far away overseas
at least you're seeing the same moon as I do
I wrote this poem a couple of years ago and thought about it again when I posted the site about the eclipse of the moon.
Various images of the eclipse
Yesterday was a full moon and a lunar eclipse, but there were too many clouds here in Alkmaar, we couldn't see any moon at all. Luckily in other parts of the world people made beautiful photographs. Just click on the title above and you will see them.
zondag, april 25, 2004
Deep peace
Deep peace of the running river to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Gaelic blessing
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Gaelic blessing
zaterdag, april 24, 2004
Zoom Magazine is out, issue of May/June 2004, I bought it at the grocery store of Albert Heijn. They published two photos of mine, Sandkisses and Pothole 1. Sandkisses you see published above, and Pothole 1 I published here a little while ago. For the rest it's the same article I published here at the end of March 2004, with the English translation at the start of April 2004.
vrijdag, april 09, 2004
Free photo for Easter!
As a special Easter offer it is possible to order a photo from my website Just pick your favorite photo and send me an email to info@floravanstek.nl with your name and address, and I will send it to you, free of any charge. Just to show you my appreciation. Click on this link to go to my website and pick your favorite pic! Happy Easter! Vrolijk Pasen!
This offer is valid till Monday, April 19 2004!
This offer is valid till Monday, April 19 2004!
More Flora meanings
Flora is a brand of butter-like spread, made by Unilever, in the UK. A former marketing slogan was "Are you a Flora man?"
A few years ago I found a small plastic butter 'can' with light blue capital letters on it spelling 'Flora', quite bleached out by the sea. I picked it up and still have it in my room, as an artifact. Now I know it came from England!
A few years ago I found a small plastic butter 'can' with light blue capital letters on it spelling 'Flora', quite bleached out by the sea. I picked it up and still have it in my room, as an artifact. Now I know it came from England!
woensdag, april 07, 2004
Where my name Flora comes from
I have found a lot of information on the net of which I will publish a selection here. I won't include where I have found everything but the first piece of information comes from the Larousse Encyclopedia of Mythology.
Flora, 'flourishing one', was the Roman goddess of flowers, gardens, and spring. She is the embodiment of all nature; her name has come to represent all plant life. She is especially a goddess of Powers, including the flower of youth. Her festival of unrestrained pleasure, the Floralia, was celebrated at the end of April and beginning of May, this festival was probably the origin of the maypole dance and the gathering of bouquets of flowers, symbolizing the bringing of spring and new life into the world. She gives charm to youth, aroma to wine, sweetness to honey, and fragrance to blossoms.
Flora teaches us to honor growing things, both inside and outside us. She is a reminder to pay attention to pleasure, to the beauty of spring, and to new life, wherever it is found.
Well, a reminder to pay attention to pleasure I need every day! I never knew that this reminder was so close to me: My Own Name!
Flora. In primitive central Italy Flora was the goddess of budding springtime, of cereals, fruit trees, the vine and flowers. With Robigus (or Robigo) she prevented wheat-rust. With Pomona she watched over fruit trees. She had a temple on the Quirinal and another near the Circus Maximus. Her festivals, the Floralia, lasted from the twenty-eighth of April to the third of May and were rather licentious. On the twenty-third of May there was another festival in her honour, a rose festival.
The Farnese Flora. The goddess of spring and flowering or blossoming plants, Flora was an Italian goddess whose cult was in existence at Rome at an early date. A temple was dedicated to her in 238 B.C. on the
advice of the Sibylline Books and her festivals, the Floralia, were celebrated annually. She was later identified with the Greek goddess Chloris. May-blossom was associated with her worship
About the painting 'Primavera' (which you can see when you click on the link above that says 'Where my name Flora comes from':
Zephyr, is transformed into Flora, the herald of spring. Botticelli takes his inspiration from Ovid's Fasti: "Chloris eram quae Flora vocor" (I once was Chloris who am now called Flora). As in the triad of the three Graces, here the neophyte is transformed, enraptured by love. The fleeing nymph (Chastity) and the amorous Zephyr (Passion) unite in Flora (Beauty).
Again this belongs to my life, to find a way to harmonize Chastity and Passion. My photo work is always a search for Beauty.
Flora, 'flourishing one', was the Roman goddess of flowers, gardens, and spring. She is the embodiment of all nature; her name has come to represent all plant life. She is especially a goddess of Powers, including the flower of youth. Her festival of unrestrained pleasure, the Floralia, was celebrated at the end of April and beginning of May, this festival was probably the origin of the maypole dance and the gathering of bouquets of flowers, symbolizing the bringing of spring and new life into the world. She gives charm to youth, aroma to wine, sweetness to honey, and fragrance to blossoms.
Flora teaches us to honor growing things, both inside and outside us. She is a reminder to pay attention to pleasure, to the beauty of spring, and to new life, wherever it is found.
Well, a reminder to pay attention to pleasure I need every day! I never knew that this reminder was so close to me: My Own Name!
Flora. In primitive central Italy Flora was the goddess of budding springtime, of cereals, fruit trees, the vine and flowers. With Robigus (or Robigo) she prevented wheat-rust. With Pomona she watched over fruit trees. She had a temple on the Quirinal and another near the Circus Maximus. Her festivals, the Floralia, lasted from the twenty-eighth of April to the third of May and were rather licentious. On the twenty-third of May there was another festival in her honour, a rose festival.
The Farnese Flora. The goddess of spring and flowering or blossoming plants, Flora was an Italian goddess whose cult was in existence at Rome at an early date. A temple was dedicated to her in 238 B.C. on the
advice of the Sibylline Books and her festivals, the Floralia, were celebrated annually. She was later identified with the Greek goddess Chloris. May-blossom was associated with her worship
About the painting 'Primavera' (which you can see when you click on the link above that says 'Where my name Flora comes from':
Zephyr, is transformed into Flora, the herald of spring. Botticelli takes his inspiration from Ovid's Fasti: "Chloris eram quae Flora vocor" (I once was Chloris who am now called Flora). As in the triad of the three Graces, here the neophyte is transformed, enraptured by love. The fleeing nymph (Chastity) and the amorous Zephyr (Passion) unite in Flora (Beauty).
Again this belongs to my life, to find a way to harmonize Chastity and Passion. My photo work is always a search for Beauty.
zaterdag, april 03, 2004
Article for Zoom Magazine translated into English
Up till now I have only done free work, in the Netherlands as well as during travels abroad.
I got interested in photography when I wanted to photograph my selfmade paintings. A friend advised me to get a Pentax, and for 250 guilders I bought a secondhand Pentax MG mirror reflex camera, with which I have shot all my material till now. The goal of my photography is to show that there is much more beauty and mystery in nature than we would think so on the surface. That's why I make close ups. In that way I can look at reality much more intensely, ever on the look out for surprising, strange and mysterious forms and structures. I also pay a lot of attention to contrasts between light and dark.
What fascinates me in sand, is its seemingly uniformity, its monochrome nature. It seems but one shade, one color, and that makes it extra susceptible for light and shadow effects. And the combination of sand and water which one finds at the beach, gives new possibilities continuously. I love the sea and the beach very much. Nowhere else in the Netherlands one finds such vastness and infinity.
You can look upon my close ups as a kind of aerial photography for near-sighted people. I love maps and the view of the earth from a plane. For me making close ups means a quest for images that emanate quietness, amidst our overcrowded visual world, and a certain mystery. I also love it when the images are abstract, but at the same time tell something in figurative forms.
Whether I have tips for thematical photography? Photograph that which you love, that seems to be the most important thing. Next to sand I like to photograph water, rain and mist, ice, stones, rocks, shadows and woodlands. All nature yes, but I also like advertising boards in foreign languages. Everything that emphasizes the mystery of life.
The color red is very powerful and draws a lot of attention. I don't use it specifically, but I would use it in a subtile way. What I find beautiful is a red detail in a surrounding which is for the rest not so colorful.
My photography is as pure as possible. I don't use flash light, only day light. I only use my Pentax and don't even own a telelense, for I like to keep it simple.
I got interested in photography when I wanted to photograph my selfmade paintings. A friend advised me to get a Pentax, and for 250 guilders I bought a secondhand Pentax MG mirror reflex camera, with which I have shot all my material till now. The goal of my photography is to show that there is much more beauty and mystery in nature than we would think so on the surface. That's why I make close ups. In that way I can look at reality much more intensely, ever on the look out for surprising, strange and mysterious forms and structures. I also pay a lot of attention to contrasts between light and dark.
What fascinates me in sand, is its seemingly uniformity, its monochrome nature. It seems but one shade, one color, and that makes it extra susceptible for light and shadow effects. And the combination of sand and water which one finds at the beach, gives new possibilities continuously. I love the sea and the beach very much. Nowhere else in the Netherlands one finds such vastness and infinity.
You can look upon my close ups as a kind of aerial photography for near-sighted people. I love maps and the view of the earth from a plane. For me making close ups means a quest for images that emanate quietness, amidst our overcrowded visual world, and a certain mystery. I also love it when the images are abstract, but at the same time tell something in figurative forms.
Whether I have tips for thematical photography? Photograph that which you love, that seems to be the most important thing. Next to sand I like to photograph water, rain and mist, ice, stones, rocks, shadows and woodlands. All nature yes, but I also like advertising boards in foreign languages. Everything that emphasizes the mystery of life.
The color red is very powerful and draws a lot of attention. I don't use it specifically, but I would use it in a subtile way. What I find beautiful is a red detail in a surrounding which is for the rest not so colorful.
My photography is as pure as possible. I don't use flash light, only day light. I only use my Pentax and don't even own a telelense, for I like to keep it simple.
donderdag, maart 25, 2004
Fotograferen met een thema/Theme photography
This is a pre publication on the internet of an article for the May issue of Zoom Magazine, in which I am interviewed with two other photographers. So far it's only in Dutch, but I will translate it into English for everyone to read. Soon.
Purely Poetry
Clouds
Have you watched the clouds this year?
Have you noticed the many changes, the diverse colours, the drift
And dance and jump and falling away? Have you seen
The gallant scarlet, the gentle pink, the sky
Black and purple and almost green and always
Turning inside out,
Turning and twisting and writhing and seldom still?
But when it is a glory, a feast galore,
It is like the rolling over of foam on the shore,
It is like a mountain-range, the Alps, maybe,
It is what you want to see.
And what you never imagined could be, it is
A glamour, a glory of air, such bold sunsets,
Such risings up in the East. A folding of clouds
Is kind to the eyes, is a painted lullaby.
And there are few words to say why
Colours and ruffs and bubbles and bold balloons
Take our hearts, lift our spirits and glow
In our faster-beating hearts, in our minds also.
We need new words for the sky.
by
Elizabeth Jennings
Have you watched the clouds this year?
Have you noticed the many changes, the diverse colours, the drift
And dance and jump and falling away? Have you seen
The gallant scarlet, the gentle pink, the sky
Black and purple and almost green and always
Turning inside out,
Turning and twisting and writhing and seldom still?
But when it is a glory, a feast galore,
It is like the rolling over of foam on the shore,
It is like a mountain-range, the Alps, maybe,
It is what you want to see.
And what you never imagined could be, it is
A glamour, a glory of air, such bold sunsets,
Such risings up in the East. A folding of clouds
Is kind to the eyes, is a painted lullaby.
And there are few words to say why
Colours and ruffs and bubbles and bold balloons
Take our hearts, lift our spirits and glow
In our faster-beating hearts, in our minds also.
We need new words for the sky.
by
Elizabeth Jennings
maandag, maart 22, 2004
dinsdag, maart 16, 2004
Yesterday night I have made two new computer drawings which I would like to show you here.
Mandala's are usually geometrical forms, drawn in a precise, mathematical way. I have made mandala's in my own, more chaotic way, but there is still a center to look at. I hope you like them as much as I do.
This is 'Lilac Mandala 1'
This is 'Lilac Mandala 2'
Mandala's are usually geometrical forms, drawn in a precise, mathematical way. I have made mandala's in my own, more chaotic way, but there is still a center to look at. I hope you like them as much as I do.
This is 'Lilac Mandala 1'
This is 'Lilac Mandala 2'
Today four weeks ago I started this weblog.
That calls for a celebration!
What about a strawberry cake?
Yummy!!!
I will publish the recipe here from an American friend of mine who is a cooking and writing genius. The strawberry cake showed here was made by her in December 2001 and I took a picture of it.
On Monday March 22, just after the Spring Equinox, I received this recipe from Lisa:
'I can taste the cake, taste the time, with your photo, Flora. And here is the longawaited recipe...
Put on your favorite music, and pour a glass of wine.
Bake a yellow cake, any mix is fine. While the cake is baking, wash, then slice the freshest spring strawberries. Slice them and sprinkle with sugar to taste. In another bowl, whip heavy cream with a pinch of powdered sugar, until thick and voluptous peaks form.
Think of those you love, laugh and dance and drink some more wine.
Split the cooled cake layers in half, and spread with some whipped cream. Add enough strawberries to make a tasty filling, then top with other half of cake. Dollop the rest of cream on top of cake. Now play, arranging strawberry slices on top. Serve with hot, strong coffee, and enjoy...'
Thanks so much Lisa, it seems like a perfect recipe to celebrate the beginning of spring!
That calls for a celebration!
What about a strawberry cake?
Yummy!!!
I will publish the recipe here from an American friend of mine who is a cooking and writing genius. The strawberry cake showed here was made by her in December 2001 and I took a picture of it.
On Monday March 22, just after the Spring Equinox, I received this recipe from Lisa:
'I can taste the cake, taste the time, with your photo, Flora. And here is the longawaited recipe...
Put on your favorite music, and pour a glass of wine.
Bake a yellow cake, any mix is fine. While the cake is baking, wash, then slice the freshest spring strawberries. Slice them and sprinkle with sugar to taste. In another bowl, whip heavy cream with a pinch of powdered sugar, until thick and voluptous peaks form.
Think of those you love, laugh and dance and drink some more wine.
Split the cooled cake layers in half, and spread with some whipped cream. Add enough strawberries to make a tasty filling, then top with other half of cake. Dollop the rest of cream on top of cake. Now play, arranging strawberry slices on top. Serve with hot, strong coffee, and enjoy...'
Thanks so much Lisa, it seems like a perfect recipe to celebrate the beginning of spring!
maandag, maart 15, 2004
I am curious to know who reads these blog pages regularly, so I want to ask you to email me if you do, to info@floravanstek.nl
I would like to know how many times a week you are reading my weblog, what you like about it and what you are missing.
I would like to know how many times a week you are reading my weblog, what you like about it and what you are missing.
maandag, maart 08, 2004
For a photography magazine in the Netherlands, called Zoom Magazine, I was asked a lot of questions for an article about theme photography, which gave me the opportunity and stimulans to think deeper about my work. Very enlightening!
I also had to choose three photos to be published with the article and next to two sand photos I chose a picture I made during my first trip to the USA, in March 2001.
Here it is:
This is a detail of glacial potholes, huge masses of stone with deep fresh water holes, full of salmon in former days, hence the name Salmon Falls. It is part of the Mohawk Trail, an old Indian trade route between Boston and New York City. There is still a trade post there, a very inviting Indian store packed with colorful stuff.
On my website you can see two more of these stone with water photos. Go to:
www.floravanstek.nl
and you will see them in the right upper corner.
I also had to choose three photos to be published with the article and next to two sand photos I chose a picture I made during my first trip to the USA, in March 2001.
Here it is:
This is a detail of glacial potholes, huge masses of stone with deep fresh water holes, full of salmon in former days, hence the name Salmon Falls. It is part of the Mohawk Trail, an old Indian trade route between Boston and New York City. There is still a trade post there, a very inviting Indian store packed with colorful stuff.
On my website you can see two more of these stone with water photos. Go to:
www.floravanstek.nl
and you will see them in the right upper corner.
donderdag, maart 04, 2004
Here you can draw with colors and all kinds of figures. It's made for children, but who cares?
www.kidpix.com
www.kidpix.com
If you like drawing or just want to see a whole lot of black and white computer drawings, go to:
www.youdraw.com
www.youdraw.com
Five simple rules to be happy
Funny cats pictures and a moving story about a donkey... Who said donkeys were dumn animals? I never thought so anyway, but this story proves it big way!
One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway, it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey. He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They each grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well.
At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement, he quieted down. A few shovel loads later, the farmer looked down the well, and was astonished at what he saw. As every shovel of dirt hit his back, the donkey did something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up. As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up.
Pretty soon, everyone was amazed, as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and trotted off. The Moral: Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a stepping stone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up!
Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.
O.K., that's enough of that B.S... The fact is, the donkey later came back, caught the farmer out in the field and bit him. Then kicked the shit out of him. Then he went over to each of his neighbors farms and bit and kicked the shit out of them too for helping.
The REAL Moral:: When you try to cover your ass, it always comes back to bite you.
Have a nice day. :)
www.reconnections.net
One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway, it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey. He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They each grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well.
At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement, he quieted down. A few shovel loads later, the farmer looked down the well, and was astonished at what he saw. As every shovel of dirt hit his back, the donkey did something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up. As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up.
Pretty soon, everyone was amazed, as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and trotted off. The Moral: Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a stepping stone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up!
Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.
O.K., that's enough of that B.S... The fact is, the donkey later came back, caught the farmer out in the field and bit him. Then kicked the shit out of him. Then he went over to each of his neighbors farms and bit and kicked the shit out of them too for helping.
The REAL Moral:: When you try to cover your ass, it always comes back to bite you.
Have a nice day. :)
www.reconnections.net
donderdag, februari 26, 2004
This drawing is called 'Personality 4', made on the computer with my Wacom pen, in February 2004. It's the last drawing of a series of four, expressing the experience of not having a real personality, at least not a fixed one. It's possible to go into many different directions and be open to many influences.
My brother Maarten, the webmaster of my website, has made it possible that you can see this drawing now.
My brother Maarten, the webmaster of my website, has made it possible that you can see this drawing now.
dinsdag, februari 24, 2004
It's already 2.51 at night. Listening to the blues, sang by John Lee Hooker. Been searching for possibilities to publish my computer drawings on a homepage, but it seems like I need extra technical support. I will ask my brother Maarten who has made my website.
I have made a big drawing on thick white paper today with my black Rotring drawing pen, only lines from left to right, in one constant rhythm. I have been drawing like that in my little black sketch book where I make one drawing every night before I go to sleep. I like to feel rhythm when I am drawing, as if I am making music.
Rhythm
Movement
Silence
Space
Color
Lines
Form
Sound
Structure
Emptiness
Freedom
Spontanity
I have made a big drawing on thick white paper today with my black Rotring drawing pen, only lines from left to right, in one constant rhythm. I have been drawing like that in my little black sketch book where I make one drawing every night before I go to sleep. I like to feel rhythm when I am drawing, as if I am making music.
Rhythm
Movement
Silence
Space
Color
Lines
Form
Sound
Structure
Emptiness
Freedom
Spontanity
zondag, februari 22, 2004
Found on www.talentdevelop.com
The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this:
A human creature born abnormally, inhumanely sensitive.
To them... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune
is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover
is a god, and failure is death.
Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity
to create, create, create -- so that without the creating of music
or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning,
their very breath is cut off...
They must create, must pour out creation.
By some strange, unknown, inward urgency
they are not really alive unless they are creating.
-Pearl Buck-
The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this:
A human creature born abnormally, inhumanely sensitive.
To them... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune
is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover
is a god, and failure is death.
Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity
to create, create, create -- so that without the creating of music
or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning,
their very breath is cut off...
They must create, must pour out creation.
By some strange, unknown, inward urgency
they are not really alive unless they are creating.
-Pearl Buck-
woensdag, februari 18, 2004
Time for our mystery recipe
Pita bread with steak, feta and oregano. I can't decipher the rest of the information, but it's nice to fantasize if 'pomidorow' will be tomatoes and what kind of vegetables 'pieprzu' and 'puszka' will be. I found this when typing in 'stek', my last name, in Google's search machine. The name of this sandwich sounds like they don't want it no more... Srodziemnomorski... It's fun to spell these words out loud. Are they Russian, Polish or from the Balkan?
Przepisy dzie˛ki wspó?pracy z www.steki.pl
(:: MENU - przepisy na GRILL'a ::)
S´RÓDZIEMNOMORSKI STEK SANDWICH - 30 MINUT
0,5kg stek top sirloin (krzyz˙owa górna) bez kos´ci, grubos´c´ 2,5cm
4 pita breads, ciep?e
1/4 szklanki pokruszonego sera feta
Przyprawy:
2 ?yz˙eczki oliwy z oliwek
2 za˛bki czosnku, zmiaz˙dz˙one
1 ?yz˙eczka suszonych lis´ci oregano
1/4 ?yz˙eczka pieprzu
Sos pomidorowy:
1 szklanka posiekanych pomidorów 1 puszka ( 6 dkg) oliwek pokrojonych, osuszonych
1/3 szklanka siekanej cebuli
2 ?yz˙ki gotowej w?oskiej przyprawy
1. Wymieszac´ razem przyprawy; posmarowac´ nimi stek po obydwu stronach. W?oz˙yc´ mie˛so do rondla zawieszonego na stojaku tak aby wo?owina znajdowa?a sie˛ 7,5 do 10cm nad ogniem. Piec 16 do 21 minut w celu osia˛gnie˛cia stanu pó?krwistego do s´rednio wypieczonego, przewracaja˛c raz.
2. Tymczasem zmieszac´ sk?adniki sosu; odstawic´.
3. Pokroic´ stek na ma?e kawa?ki; doprawic´ 1/2 ?yz˙eczki soli. U?oz˙yc´ równo, posypac´ serem i sosem. 4 porcj
Przepisy dzie˛ki wspó?pracy z www.steki.pl
(:: MENU - przepisy na GRILL'a ::)
S´RÓDZIEMNOMORSKI STEK SANDWICH - 30 MINUT
0,5kg stek top sirloin (krzyz˙owa górna) bez kos´ci, grubos´c´ 2,5cm
4 pita breads, ciep?e
1/4 szklanki pokruszonego sera feta
Przyprawy:
2 ?yz˙eczki oliwy z oliwek
2 za˛bki czosnku, zmiaz˙dz˙one
1 ?yz˙eczka suszonych lis´ci oregano
1/4 ?yz˙eczka pieprzu
Sos pomidorowy:
1 szklanka posiekanych pomidorów 1 puszka ( 6 dkg) oliwek pokrojonych, osuszonych
1/3 szklanka siekanej cebuli
2 ?yz˙ki gotowej w?oskiej przyprawy
1. Wymieszac´ razem przyprawy; posmarowac´ nimi stek po obydwu stronach. W?oz˙yc´ mie˛so do rondla zawieszonego na stojaku tak aby wo?owina znajdowa?a sie˛ 7,5 do 10cm nad ogniem. Piec 16 do 21 minut w celu osia˛gnie˛cia stanu pó?krwistego do s´rednio wypieczonego, przewracaja˛c raz.
2. Tymczasem zmieszac´ sk?adniki sosu; odstawic´.
3. Pokroic´ stek na ma?e kawa?ki; doprawic´ 1/2 ?yz˙eczki soli. U?oz˙yc´ równo, posypac´ serem i sosem. 4 porcj
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