callosa

Ik kwam naar Callosa om te schrijven — maar omdat de boog niet de hele dag gespannen kan zijn, zocht ik tussendoor de omgeving op. Uit die zwerftochten ontstonden twee kleine series.
De foto’s van de netten rondom de nispero’s werden typische landscape studies. De tweede serie — speelse beelden met veel ramen en perspectieven — is typisch traveling wilbury.
I came to Callosa to write — but since the bow can’t be drawn all day, I explored the surroundings in between. From those wanderings, two small series emerged.
The photos of the nets around the nispero trees became typical landscape studies. The second series — playful shots full of windows and perspectives — is typical traveling wilbury.

callosa/nisperos

dance to chance

And then one day you came back home
You were a creature all in rapture
You had the key to your soul
And you did open that day you came back to the garden

The olden summer breeze was blowin' on your face
The light of God was shinin' on your countenance divine
And you were a violet colour as you
Sat beside your father and your mother in the garden

The summer breeze was blowin' on your face
Within your violet you treasure your summery words
And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine
Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden

– Van Morrison