Light. Shadow. Echo

Light. Shadow. Echo

FRAGMENTS

FRAGMENTS

FRAGMENTS

 Notes from between the frames.

Small observations, unfinished ideas, old notebooks,
films, paintings and places that stayed.

 Some places feel remembered
before they are seen.
The misty mountains are calling my name.

 Notes from between the frames.

Small observations, unfinished ideas, old notebooks, films, paintings and places that stayed.

 Some places feel remembered before they are seen. The misty mountains are calling my name.

EEN ZEE VAN ZES
A poem written at twelve years old.
Printed along the Dutch coastline in 1998.
The poem remained there for almost twenty years.

EEN ZEE VAN ZES
A poem written at twelve years old.
Printed along the Dutch coastline in 1998. The poem remained there for almost twenty years.

"Een Zee van Zes"

Alleen in de nacht.
Maanlicht over de zee.
Stilte. Doodse stilte.
Eenzaam en alleen.

Alleen met de krabben,
het zachte zeewier,
en de golven van de zee.

Moet ik de hemel werk gaan geven
De wind fluistert
de zee ruist "nee".

Gisteren was ik nog zes.
morgen word ik tachtig.

Langraam drijf ik mee
met de zee.

"A Sea of Six"

Alone in the night.
Moonlight over the sea.
Silence. Dead silence.
Lonely and alone.

Only with the crabs,
the soft seaweed,
and the waves of the sea.

Should I go and give heaven work?
The wind whispers,
the sea answers "no".

Yesterday I was still six,
tomorrow I will be eighty.

Slowly I drift away
with the sea.

Light arrives softly in Holland,
my home.

Light arrives softly in Holland,
my home.

The older I get, the quieter
beauty becomes.

Some memories don't fade.
They simply become softer.

Memories are not linear.

They are fragments.

Shaped by feeling.
Held by imagination.