tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75449219673565173522012-03-11T22:23:57.407+01:00This blog is a diary about my - Barbara Beeckmans - work as an artist. I work with ink, drypoint, etching, watercolour. Hier kun je ook iets proeven van wat er gebeurt in de stille Linde : het kunsthuis, de droomboom, de stille aanraking van seiki en shiatsu. Welkom.Stille Lindehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06351962678694417202noreply@blogger.comBlogger381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544921967356517352.post-17121895289571295522012-03-11T12:21:00.008+01:002012-03-11T22:17:27.141+01:00

Green eyes - Groene ogen What do you see ? :-)

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Precious connection - kostbare verbinding this watercolor is inspired by the connection between master and pupilas I'm honored to witness this in my lifehow precious the masterhow precious the pupil Love

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The golden egg - het gouden ei This is the first painting of the year. A dark madonna face and a no face. A blue bird.A golden crown and a golden grail. And a golden egg. When I paint with watercolor I love deep intense colors,in a photograph of such work it seems impossible to find the same balance and density,so these pictures are as close to the original as I can get them. I started

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Inking and wiping the burred drypoint lines on the copper plate,until it is ready for printing ... ... pulling the print from the plate print and plate together on the bed of the etching press Crow woman - Kraaienvrouw A crow, calling loudly and nearby, flies through the traces of inking and wiping. And a crow plays with the sacred beads in her hands :a dark looking creature of the

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We're all so close together we cannot even try to figure it out In the face of the crow that called the light in her to awaken(see previous post) there appears the face of a human being.Is this she herself? She and another crow are playing with the beads she holds.Without nature and without playfulness the sacred might lose its grace. Now comes the engraving and the scratching with the etching

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the story in this drawing tells how, one evening in springa woman is walking to an old garden with an old chapel in it,thinking that maybe she will celebrate with the priest and with the other people ...celebrate what ? the faith in a higher life ?as she walks into the garden, an overwhelming presence of divine life embraces her,radiating from trees and from stones and from moss and air.She

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Daar vliegt mijn hart - click to enlarge and zoom Drypoint print, first proof,the sketch for this work is in the previous post ReclaimingTime will tell what will happen next.Spring has come :X

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A time of change, of bright winds,and of reclaiming the entire soul. The own drumbeat is a powerful and urgent recalling of the own heartbeatpulsing not only in the body but in the wide space where the soul lives.Reclaiming the lost pieces of the soulthe pieces that were lost or burried or stolenstolen with a kiss or a hug or a teachingstolen with a promise, a threath, a joke or a healingor

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All my life I have been longing for this green pond. The city is falling into beautiful ruinsa woman walks a path of driftwoodit will rot and this will be good.The green water and the green trees are everlasting life,sacred life embracing sacred beings.In the green water floats a mysterious womanflowers and garlands of roses are gently drowning. her spirit is connected with the roots of the

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An old man, sitting on a shore, holds a sacred bowl,around him stands a woman with an immaculate Heart,flowers around her face and a beautiful young snake in her hand.Above her head stands one huge flame.She sows something into the bowl,drops of holy oil, maybe chrisma, olea sancta.The breathing of the old man crosses the falling drops.Birds climb her dress. This snake is a symbol of life and

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Parcival's sister - tender Parcival's sister - red Colouring intaglio prints with watercolour is great funthough not always easy to find harmony between print and painting.The watercolour should find its own freedomand respect the character and space of the printed linesI'm happy with these. Here's the blogpost with the black & white printsParcival's sister In this print you see Parcival, 

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In this time of stillness, meditation and prayer beads,of reading, studying, and nourishing us with simple good warm food,where nothing needs to be createdonly a wind of change moves, still quietly, and close to the earth,and this little owl, born in an autumn breeze in 2010, left to her new homewhere she was long expected,where she knows the friendship of more than one deep soul. The mirror of

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As a Christmas gift and wish, I brought together images of this mystery I love.These shrines were built in Germany, France, and Italy between 1300 and 1430.This is about the Mother, and the mystery of Trinity,and the mystery of what can be hidden inside.In this time now I wish us deep, good nights,a quiet candle and bright stars diving in the well of the heart. Music : Montserrat Figueras

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Meisje de Dood it is good to leave nothing unfinished,to give everything the chance to be as good as it can be,also old things, they called me now for some finishing touches,all this seems years ago ... This one is called 'a gentle maiden of death'her face has become gentler and deeper. A watercolour from 2009,before the end of this year, she wanted to be as beautiful as possible,like these

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I made this drawing in november 2010, one year ago.Today, walking through my work, I saw one who wished to express a change :for she has grown into a woman with long hair and a radiating heart.Now three women with long dark hair make this drawing move and spiral.Tell me their story, if you can ... I'm curious and waiting.

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Parcival's sister - click to zoom Parcival, the boy who grew up in a heavenly forestencounters the human world of swords and of women carrying the secretof the immaculate heart this girl is his little sister, on her own quest drying prints, prayer flags  a detail of the drypoint engraving in the copper plate

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thin soft feltpen on copperand an inspiring reflection of elder tree leavessketch for drypoint this is the keeper of my soul this youngster will be Parsifalnot far from sharp points of swords and this is the mother of the immaculate heart hands like paws covered with fur

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Singing in a spiraling landscape One holds the message as a treasure in her heart Singing evoking blessing - drypoint print - click to enlarge Here the copper plate has been inked and wiped, ready to be printed. drawing with the needle These are the first proofs of this plate, the journey of the spiraling songs ain't over yet :-)

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This singer is standing in a flood,carried by her voicesunrays and birds are weaving the skya beautiful gate leads to strong earth. Someone takes the message in her heart on her way.Sketch with sepia feltpen on red copper,preparation for drypoint.

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She dreams of diving deeper Ink from the ink stone

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 Someone who was lost is found,outside the gates of a town, lying on a beach,the sea - I believe - brought her backfinally. Lost and found One embraces her with strong love. There is a vigilant watchman too. This journey of recoveringcan be inspired by many stories in our worldbut the main thing to recover is a lost or stolen piece of soul. It started with a light soft sketch on a copper

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A man is sitting on the beach, watching the sea and the full moon.The sea carries the tiny body of a swimmer. High in the heavens a small boat coming down. Her giant Soul carries and blesses all of this.

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More about the beloved drypoint technique : a copper plate ready for inking and printing,with three etching needles, one burnisher/scraper, and a small grindstone. The drawing was carved and scratched with the needles directly into the copper.Therefore this is called "drypoint" because no etching liquid is used. The plate is first completely covered with sticky etching ink, and then wiped

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An ocean and a boat in her belly and stars in her sky. And creatures of fur and feather in the wings of her heart In her wings The first prints of the drypoint in the previous post.I'll work further on this plate, carefully,for I enjoy discovering how light and gentle intaglio can be.

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Preparations for a new drypoint print.Sketch with pen on copper plate. Every woman can be a huge bird with strong wingsgiving shelter to all kinds of living beings,sensitive beings, like birds and squirrels. Her wings can give shelter to wise gentle animals walking old roads  honouring old ways giving shelter to what lives in silence next door, old and vulnerable.

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the most precious hour All of these faces opened their eyes.This work on watercolours of past Summer needed to be donebefore I could welcome the new work this Autumn will bring.(Click on these details to see the entire work.) The Walk Guanyin / a Grandmother Guanyin / a Grandmother My Guanyin or Grandmother has found Her fulfilment.Her eyes are open and She carries a Trinity. Her

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click to enlarge and zoom This drawing is inspired by a visit to a famous grotto near Ghentwhere people still offer candles and prayers.I have a deep respect and love for this tradition. The grotto is covered with earth and tall trees grow on top of it. In my drawing a woman - a saint - is sleeping in one of the trees.I can imagine she lives there, a tree-renunciate. And there is a small

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Detail of a new brush and ink drawing.At the beginning, very early this morning,I received enthousiastic assistance while drawing the kitten. Care for what is vulnerable and small. Belonging

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More ink from the inkstone ...this I lovemaking ink with water and stone on stonethe intense lines of the brush While I am workingI witness this deep friendshiptwo brothers for each cat there is a good nice basketbut they prefer embracing one another in their sleep When I was a little child, there was a huge tower from the 14th century in my life.I oftend visited this place with my parents,a

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Details of the first printprinted with burnt umber The copper plate in the bath of ferric chloride (Edinburgh etch)Size of the plate is 30 x 40 cm or 11,8" x 15,7"At several intervals the plate is taken out of the bath, and parts of the drawing are then covered again with etching ground, so these covered lines will not be etched any deeper or wider. the pale lines were drawn into the etching

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I am working on an etching after this drawing.The drawing I made on 1 september 2010,still speaks to me of silenceand of an inner treasure that can be found in this silent world of water, trees, water-soaked wood, white stone walls and old open doorways. It is a rather large plate, it will need a lot of time.Here you see the lines in the etching ground,a picture with less and one with more

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this wounded bird still sings a hymnof beautysurrounded with prayer wounded birds haunt the blogs these daysDori met this one and at the same time, my bird only became a bird, this birdlying on his back in these handsbecause our cat caught my brush while I was paintingand made some marks that I could only shape into a birdthe eye of this bird is only the cat's worknot mine this ink painting

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 My painting with watercolour is listening to this momentevery brush stroke comes from living in this momentwhere I make old gates of hopewhere people can find each otherin a safe high airy shelter built with ancient stonesfrom precious human cultures, connected with the old trees and the surrounding land and with many beautiful true ways. Touched by the cruelty of warthat happens in my worldI

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we will meet this autumn One with a wounded heartOne with a wounded bird after the summer ...

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Four new watercolours ... "Searching for Earth"This is an inner struggle, almost frozen,huge grass blades bring her shelterand take the shape of a doorway The doorway becomes golden when she realizes is not aloneothers join her on "The Walk" One huge grass blade tells us this heavenly door is in loving unity with nature. the inner storm became inner peacea gift of transformation ...this most

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On 24 February I made this pen and ink drawing.Only months later came the desire to draw this work on copperbecause this image wants more ... and much more inking and wipingpieces of tarlatana print of 8 JuneI know it is still growing weeks later, in July, I have a dream.A wounded child runs away from a wrong houseruns onto the beachon the beach a strange peaceful stormtrucks and busses are

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the sketch on the copper plate, 12 march 2011 the carving and scratching with the etching needle the plate with sticky etching ink wiped and ready to print first print first color print really understanding my own work blossoming, 6 july 2011 I'm very happy with the last two prints.This is the result I could not know in the beginning.I hope to make some more, now I move from copper plate to

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Time of Metamorphosis So tired I've seen myself today Always together Guanyin And this is how I have to work.I'm not in your way, she says.That's just a silly idea of you !

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