Friday, 27 March 2015

A translation Dying flames - Stervende vlammen

I found an old friend back and we had a catch up by email. We discovered that we both started to write poetry later in life. I read many of hers and love them. She wanted to read one of mine as well but I never wrote something in Dutch. This one was not so hard to translate
Voor jou Albertine; een van mijn gedichtjes

painting by Leonid Afremov

Dying flames                           Stervende vlammen  

She shivers, waking up silence                                  Ze beeft, de stilte ontwaakt
staring into dancing flames,                           Ze staart. Dansende vlammen
hypnotising her, taking her                             hypnoticeren haar, brengen haar

to a place where she twirls                              naar een heugenis waar
with grace for                                                    ze zwiert met souplesse
two piercing eyes                                              voor doorborende ogen
clouding a crowd                                               beneveling de menigte

her arms                                                             haar armen 
unfolding petals                                                 ontvouwend blad
A Port de Bras                                                    Een Port de Bras
in a Pas de Deux                                                in een Pas de Deux

her muscles stretched                                      haar spieren gespannen
like strings of a guitar                                       als snaren van een gitaar
vibrated by admiration                                      vibrerend bij verering
a standing ovation                                             een staande ovatie

a note                                                                  een kaartje
"for my queen of night"                                     "mijn koningin van de nacht"
in elegant strokes                                               in stijlvolle stroken
between thorns of roses                                   tussen doornen van rozen
deep red, evokes                                               diep rood, ontlokt
a dream                                                              een droom

 
untill                                                                  totdat
his insistent absence                                       zijn volhardend gemis

cools her passion                                             dooft haar vuur
She shiver, waking up silence                         Ze beeft,de stilte ontwaakt
staring into dying flames                                  Ze staart in stervende vlammen


marja blom

Saturday, 21 March 2015

Spectrum Street Art festival at YMCA

I went with a friend to have a look at the Spectrum Street Art Festival at the YMCA. Street artists or spray Can Kings have not only dressed the walls of Christchurch City centre with amazing art. They also sprayed the walls of the YMCA and it was amazing.

A fantastic room. You could look around for hours. There is so much to see.

A cute detail. I love kids so loved this one

The figure on the opposite wall is taking a selfie. There is a camera inside as me and my friend
are on the selfie too lol


Love this part

and this


This was really cool. It was a projection on a wall with music and special effects. My daughter would have loved this as she is an artist and she is good at wall projection.

The panic room by Tilt from France. I didn't feel any panic just the feeling of he or she must have had a lot of fun.

This was cool too. It felt like the milky way was projected on the roof.
All the great artists created a piece on a huge wall. In front of them were enormous spray cans with the background of each artist printed on it.

Friday, 20 March 2015

Quotes of the week




Our garden bathing in light


I found all the quotes on pinterest.

Strange. I am busier now than ever before. At work and at home.
When I was young I always had a drive to create. I lost that, as my two left hands discouraged me. I found the drive back again. To be more busy I did a chalk painting course one night. Today I created the boat with the stones. We were encouraged by the teacher to put our creations on her Facebook, but she took mine off. I am happy with it though.

Saturday, 7 March 2015

Project fence completed


A little fence made by moi. I found a pile of  these pieces William made to support the fence beams. I turned it into a fence. My mini piece of woodwork provides shadow for the neighbours' kitten who visits us sometimes.


A shadow dance. Play of dark and light  on the wall. lol


A big fence made by WIlliam It took 17 days last summer holiday to remove a 50 year old Macrocarpa hedge and lots of nights and weekends to build the fence.

In one tree stump now lives a fairy. The door was made by a clever friend.

This butterfly wasn't afraid. She swirled around me and landed so I could take a picture.

Tadaa-----------and here ladies and gentleman is the window I bought on the demolition yard. Surrounded by some leftovers from the fence and decorated with some pots and an old bottle we digged up from the ground.

I found this hook on TradeMe (the NZ ebay or marktplaats) to hang on some plants in Spring. William oiled it so it doesn't rust quickly.
You can now also clearly see the rope. What happened is that the gaps between the boards were too big. WiIliam came up with the idea to fill it with rope . The reason is that when the wood starts working, it won't affect the rope. It also looks good/

The tops still have to be removed and than the project is completed, Far in the future we make a pathway where there is now sand. First we need to fix up two sleeping rooms.

Saturday, 28 February 2015

The Pump House

Lots of work going on at our place. Fencing is still in development and two rooms are being done up. The shops I visit lately are mostly building material places. One is however a treat to go to and I went here on my own yesterday to buy a small stained glass window. More about that later. I also made some pictures as it looks like a museum.


The place is the Pump House, a demolition yard with building materials and lots of quirky things
The building dates from the late 1800's and how astonishing that it survived the earthquake. The earthquake is already 4 years ago (22 February 2011) and the rebuild goes in the same slow pace as our house


A statue of Robert Wadlow , the tallest man who has ever lived His height: 2.72 mtr


An Indian greets you at the entrance


When going upstairs you can't miss a giant knight in shining armour


I loved this rikshaw as well




This  piece was hanging from the ceiling. No idea what it is but it is gorgeous.


In a big hall where doors and windows are stored, your eyes get caught by the fairy tales on the wall

Monday, 26 January 2015

Dunedin

We went to Dunedin this weekend to drop of our son who is going to live there. It is 4 1/2 hors drive South of Christchurch.
The family is now spread out over NZ. We stayed in a Motel close to his new residence, where we didn't sleep through the night. Not because of him moving but the alarm went of at 1.00 pm. One guest had been showering for about half an hour which apparently set the alarm off. Three fire engines arrived. The lady in question, dressed in a towel, entertained herself making selfies with the firemen.
The trucks disappeared again but the alarm kept going as the key of the shop below didn't work as the lock had been replaced. It took about two hours to track down the person with the key, so we could sleep in peace again.


I love the old buildings in Dunedin but my favourite is the Railway Station. It is said to be one of the most beautiful railway stations in the world. It was first opened in 1906 and designed by George Troup. He was nicknamed Gingerbread George after designing this building.



Part of the beautiful interieur of the Railway Station with the original ticket office windows.


 
On Sunday morning we visited another treat: Larnach castle which is NZ land's only castle. It was build around 1871 and residence of William Larnach. The castle was restored by Margaret Baker.
The rooms inside are beautiful.

 
The best part is when you go through a winding staircase up into a tower and you end up on the roof , where you have breath taking views.


View on the front garden


Moi, entering the roof

 
Alice in wonderland
Quote from the book by Lewis Carroll
"I wonder if I shall fall right through the earth!  How funny it’ll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downwards!  The antipathies I think…  but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know.  Please Ma’am, is this New Zealand?"
 

The gardens are absolutely stunning and it was a pleasure to wander around on this beautiful summer day.


Oh and these views. William had a rest on this beautiful spot.
I loved Dunedin. I could live there. Maybe one day

Sunday, 18 January 2015

Opening 2015 with work and philosophy

 
 
The last couple of weeks my husband has been busy cutting down 24 trees from a Macrocarpa hedge
I have helped out in the weekends and although it was physically hard work I enjoyed it somehow. Most of the work is done. We get a nice wooden fence so hubby doesn't fall through the hedge anymore with his electric saw. The hedge was dead on one side so it became dangerous to trim it at the top. Above is a picture of the neighbours wood cutter he fixed today (even though it was 37 degrees) The wood is going to be cut up for the log burner. We won't be cold this winter.

In my free time left I red two great books :
Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah by Richard Bach
and my all time favourite now
Sophie's World by Jostein Gaarder.
It is an ingenious novel, which also contains about 3000 year of philosophy in a nutshell. I still have 160 pages to go from the 520. I am a slow reader so that will still take some time.

All the photo's underneath are from around or from nearby our house and the quotes are from both
books.


 

“The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each others life. Rarely do members of one family grow up under the same roof.” 
 Richard Bach, Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah


 
“A state that does not educate and train women is like a man who only trains his right arm.”  
Jostein Gaarder Sophie's World



"I believe there is something of the divine mystery in everything that exists. We can see a sparkle in a sunflower or a poppy. We sense more of the unfathomable mystery in a butterfly that flutters from a twig- or in a goldfish swimming in a bowl. But we are closest to God in our own soul. Only there can we become one with the greatest mystery of life. In truth in very rare moments we can experience that we ourselves are that divine mystery."  Plotinus
Sophy's World by Jostein Gaarder



Your conscience is the measure of the honesty of your selfishness. Listen to it carefully.
 Richard Bach, Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah



"The activity of the artist is like playing, and man is only free when he plays, because than he makes up his own rules" Schiller
Sophie's World


"Man bears the whole universe within himself and comes closest to the mystery of the world
by stepping inside himself"   Novalis
Sophie's World


 
"One thing only I know, and that is that I know nothing" Socrates
Sophy's World


A Happy New Year to all of you.
My friend Peggy had a word to lead her in the New Year
I have a symbol and that is the Key. There will be doors closed and new doors will open in 2015. What's behind them remains a mystery, but isn't mysterie  intriguing. It makes you feel alive as you need all senses to experience the new.

The key is  a symbol of liberation, knowledge, mysteries and initiation
The books I have been reading fit in quite well with this symbol. I have to agree with
Socrates however that the more you know the more you realise you don't know much.