Carlo Binotti
Reverie...
Early morning I dream of you disheveled pale ill-tempered so very beautiful
at the bottom of our small garden taking care of the roses...
our roses with small droplets of dew rolling... exquisite!
Dick, our dog, is beside you wagging his tail furiously while digging the hollow ground still wet.
A small blue bird on the branch of the lemon tree is carefully watching your movements
instead of singing with all its heart.
Your robe opens slightly showing your legs so white remembering the night before…
Your thin hands work the roses as a ballet...
I dream myself away tenderly, looking at you through the window with a big grin on my face…
You annoy me so much!
Our litle boy - his face just over my lap - is trying to pick my nose and then start laughing and laughing again…
The smell of fresh baked bread and coffee is in the air...
I’m waiting for you.
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Defeat of the enemy. Melting into the ground into water and air being fire endless space the universe everywhere no separation with connection. the dance of drama with life’s joy’s and sorrows in the center pure diamond clarity emptiness of attachment the defeat of the enemy om Sunday, June 14, 2009 Stop thinking and end your problems. Putting art into everything with no need to improve, Or reach an end that’s enlightening A true runner runs endlessly Just as when nomads travel, their at their true destiny I see poetry in everything, beauty or despair, both as interesting. Even when I clean, dirt becomes my muse, and makes what I’m doing have an artistic quality. Instead of a mindless thing, it becomes an end result that is fulfilling. Tuesday, May 4, 2010 Cold Coffee Cold coffee and my bed’s not made, suitcase open with stickers on each spot from places where I’ve stayed. The sun is up but I can’t see where, it’s cloudy outside and there’s a chill in the air. Sitting in a big soft front room chair, want for my mind to take me somewhere, really I’m already there. But how does that help anyone anywhere. Getting to be an out going recluse. My writing is a drug I need to use. Without any questions the answers the same, and now outside its starting to rain. 10/25/10 LOVE My love doesn’t need to be a star, a ten or send me to the moon or shoot me to mars. My love doesn’t need to understand hidden secrets, prove myself or be a spiritual witness. My love doesn’t need, and is delightfully unencumbered and free. My love doesn’t flow like a river or stream, but it floods as a dam that’s given way with its force of extreme. My love doesn’t push away, doesn’t control or only do as I say, my love is gentle but as rich as a rose and so truthful when my naked soul is exposed. 11/12/10 CAN’T THINK My pen is out of ink, my mind is empty, I just can’t think. My pencil tips keep breaking off. I start a story then get lost, my mind’s disappearing in a heavy fog. I need a muse, or some spark to ignite, get something going some how tonight, a love poem, a or a funny quip, but I need some fuel to start it I’ll try later and if lucky might find something that will strike the right tone, something that feels good and at last brings it home. 03/01/11 |
ZEN Gone deaf to the truth, too many lies and confusion are feeding my roots. Politics with shallow intellectual concepts, with hate and jokers on the right and left. Both have lost common sense, where are the heroes that can stop this insane show? A way to mend, take away the crazy and our distain, realize we only live a short time on earth, where it can be a heaven or hell. The Dharma should awaken our minds and our words to make this a blessed and a more peaceful time. DID YOU Did you see the sun rise today, the crest of life in its immaculate golden rays. Did you take time to stop and take a breath, then realize what you did and put this into your steps. Did you help feed the birds in the cold of winters freeze, the virtue that you will have returned in the songs that they sing. Did you love yourself today and share in respect all you came in touch with, even when it was harder than you expected. Take the time to look for understanding and peace in all you do, for a pebble in a small pond can change that world, and know we can to. 5 March 2011 |
Nico Buisman
VUUR
Er is geen weg te gaan
Alleen maar te zijn
Als ik in de stilte verdwijn.
Op mijn weg door de tijd
Raak ik soms het spoor kwijt
Maar waar kom ik toch vandaan?
Op mijn weg door de tijd
Vind ik geen zekerheid
Zit hier in mijzelf gekeerd
Heb ik nog niet genoeg geleerd
Er is geen weg vol zekerheid
Een ogenblik Stilte
Verdwijn ik in de tijd
Ga ik op in de natuur
Verdwijnt een traan en dooft het vuur
Er is geen weg vol zekerheid
En dan
Strand zijdezacht mijn hand
In jouw niemandsland
Geen weg geen weg geen weg
Ik hoor de stilte van de tijd
Op dit late uur
Verdwijnt het vuur
Ga ik op in de natuur
Verdwijnt een traan en dooft het vuur
Er is geen weg vol zekerheid.
Mijn tijd is relatief
Ik heb het leven lief
Geen weg geen weg geen weg
Ik hoor de stilte van de tijd
Op dit late uur
In vlam en vuur
In vuur en vlam
Paul Vens
Light & Dark
And I ride alone, I ride alone
Trough the darkest woods I’ve ever seen
And I ride alone, I ride alone
Trough the darkest woods I’ve ever seen
Saw it in the stars, with you last night
In the darkest night I’ve ever seen
And the earliest light that shines so bright
Trough the darkest woods I’ve ever seen
And I ride alone, I ride alone
Trough the darkest woods I’ve ever seen
And I ride alone, I ride alone
Trough the darkest woods I’ve ever seen
Even when you’re there, so close to me
I travel alone, travel alone
And I ride alone, I ride alone
Trough the darkest woods I’ve ever seen
Song from the Album “Earliest Light”
Carlos Barradas
Carlo Binotti de Sousa Mendes
vive na cidade do Porto, Professor, Licenciado em História pela Faculdade de Letras da Universidade do Porto, divorciado, cerca de dez irmãos, um sonhador...lives in Porto, Professor, has the master in History from the Faculty of Letters, University of Porto, divorced, about ten brothers, a dreamer ...
Christian Eggs
Christian Eggs Reporter photographe, réalisateur de Bandes dessinéesPhotographe indépendant, valaisan vivant à Vevey. Voyageur impénitent, il ramène ses images d’incessants déplacements dans le monde entier. Maintes fois exposé, il remporte un vif succès avec son approche très personnelle et ses thématiques particulières.
Cuba, Haïti, New York , Cote est , Ouest américain, Arizona, Californie, Colombie Britannique et ses mines et chercheurs d’or, villes fantômes, anciens docks de Londres, Bilbao, les chiffonniers du Caire, les temples égyptiens les Derviches tourner, le désert de Namibie, les Caraïbes, les lieux maudits ou adorés de la planète, le Carnaval de Venise, Inde, Thaïlande Amerique du Sud etc…
Outre de nombreuses expositions en Europe et aux Etats-Unis, voici quelques récentes réalisations :
Christian Eggs Reporter photographer, editor of sequential art
Freelance photographer living in Vevey Valais. Impertinent traveler, he brings his images from his endless trips around the world. Repeatedly exposed, he makes a perky success with his very personal approach and specific themes.
Cuba, Haiti, New York, East Coast, West U.S., Arizona, California and British Columbia's mines and gold diggers, ghost towns, old docks of London, Bilbao, the garbage collectors of Cairo, the Egyptian temples Dervishes dancers, Namib Desert, the Caribbean, the cursed and adored places of our planet, the Carnival of Venice, India, Thailand, South America etc. ...
In addition to numerous exhibitions in Europe and the United States, here are some recent accomplishments:
- Conférences divers lieux « Sur le Chemin de L’eveil tiré d’un voyage en Inde avec Jeff Gianadda, journaliste, pour un Grand Reportage ANIMAN.
- Preparation de conferences sur le PEROU en collaboration avec Gilbert Rouvinez Reporter.
- Expo collective Manoir de Martigny Thibet Inde Boudhisme. Janvier 2011
- Reportage Venise et son Carnaval pour le Magazine ANIMAN
- Reportage sur les Bisses Valaisans en preparation (Rouvinez & Partenaires)
- Participation expo CINQ CONTINENTS AU MANOIR DE MARTIGNY
- Reportage VILLARD DE VIVRE (Thierry Lang)
- Divers Pochettes de disques pour Studio EN FACE.
- Grand Reportage pour ANIMAN Sud Amerique du sud PEROU
- Pre press boutique (Au Cœur des rêves) Vevey
- Preparation diaporama pour site et expo Artistes(Jef Gianadda, Ray-monde Phillips Isabelle Vaillancourt)
- Reportage ALPS Château d’Aigle (Rouvinez Partenaires)
- Reportage Auditorium Stravinski. Gastronomie
- Reportage Propriété une Famille en Ville).
- Reportage pour ANIMAN Corse Sauvage et Luxe.
- Reportage avec Mathieu Ricard et Alexandre Jolien(le moine et le philosophe)
- Reportage à Zurich pour la venue du Dalai Lama 9.10.11.Avril 2010
- Preparation d’une expo « Benares » lieu ou tout Indou rêve de venir passer sur l’autre rive »
- Grand reportage dans le nord de l’Inde sur le Bouddhisme, Dalai Lama Karmapa etc… Avec le journaliste Jef Gianadda pour le magazine ANIMAN
- Divers travaux autour du Bouddhisme en Europe.
- Expo en compagnie de Jef Gianadda, de « l’autre coté » a la fondation L’Estrée A Ropraz.
- Divers reportages sur la viticulture en Valais pour Frederic Zufferey
- BD new « La complainte d’un enfant gâté » Eggs&Payn.
- Expo a Monthey pour les 40 ans de sculpture « André Raboud »Theatre du Crochetan
- Lauréat d’un concours des Beaux arts de Genève, de la TSR , et de la fondation Gianadda de Martigny.
- Une trentaine d’ouvrages « Carnets de voyages » sur les plus beaux, emblématiques ou mythiques paysages de notre planète.
- Une série d’albums concernant les cimetières d’avions de voitures de trains de bateaux.
- Un ouvrage sur le sculpteur André Raboud et la chanteuse et comédienne Vivian Thalie.
- Des préparations de sites internet et d’ouvrages concernant des artistes et personnalités en général.
- Exposition a New York en Mai 2007 avec le photographe Olivier Maire et le sculpteur André Raboud
- Sept pochettes de disque en collaboration avec Thierry Lang label, studio EN FACE et une dizaine en voie de réalisation.
- Une année de travail photo dans les vignes pour Cavé vins Ollon.
- Participation au projet de Francis Scherly Interconsulting, « Préalpes sans frontières » Et laureat du concours SWISSMILES 2007.
- Un reportage de plusieurs jours pour les 125anniversaire d’un grand viticulteur Suisse
- une exposition en collaboration avec le sculpteur André Raboud à la Cathédrale d’images des Beaux-de-Provence.
- un essai avec ouvrage et affiche géante à la clé sur les spectacles de danse pour White Ballet, et Margaret Morris Mouvement,.en traitant le flou comme mouvement...
- un ouvrages BD à suivre sur le thème » Possession. »en collaboration avec Pierre Payn, comme les 8 précédents
- Expo une journée particulière à la galerie de la Treille à Sion.
- 25 ans de photographie pour Swissair Genève Airport 1996.
- Photographies des livres des « Christmas Tree »Genève 2001 2002.
- Plaquettes annuelles de la fondation des Jalons Villeneuve depuis 1999 /2008.
- Villes du Monde au quai des arts à Vevey.
- Photographies dans le projet « Poya d’ici et d’ailleurs »
- Photographie pour la revue Vivre ensemble de la Fondation pour l’éducation à la tolérance.
- Repère social Genève.
- Reportage Un an de travail photos dans les vignes GIROUD VINS.-9 Bandes dessinées accomplies d’une technique tirées de Photos déstructurées.
- Préparations d’expos d’artistes divers Européens pour 2007 en France et au Château de Mex.
- Et encore en cours de réalisation
- un ouvrage carnet de voyage VARANASI
- un ouvrage carnet de voyage INDES
- un ouvrage carnet de voyage PEROU
- un ouvrage carnet de voyage CIMETIERE DE TRAINS
- un ouvrage carnet de voyage CIMETIERE HUMAINS
- un ouvrage carnet de voyage DESERT D’ATAKAMA ALTI PLANO
- un ouvrage BD sur les événements du G8
- un ouvrage sur les vins de prestige 1754-1985
http://criseggs.over-blog.com/
http://picasaweb.google.com/criseggs
http://www.arva.ch/EGGS.htm
Didier Mignon
Didier Mignon est un ancien photojournaliste, installé aujourd’hui à Saint Malo. Son regard serait-il celui d’un "parisien" sur la Bretagne...? Il affectionne souvent les transparences et les reflets avec lesquels il réalise des sortes de collages instantanés, pris sur le vif, dans une réalité recomposée (Le bus arrive; Triumph*). Il aime jouer avec les silhouettes, qui se présentent comme des papiers découpés ou des ombres de Chine, comme dans (La pie, Triangle ou Partitions*). Par cette approche suggestive du monde, il laisse une grande place à l’imagination, notamment par les principes des voiles ou encore des fragments, selon la figure stylistique de la partie pour le tout. Quand il choisit la couleur, il aime les nuances très fines et douces ou, au contraire, les tonalités éclatantes et contemporaines. Il pose un regard très tendre sur le monde, qu’il soit celui des hommes au travail, des vieux ou des enfants, des marins ou des passants croisés au hasard de ses errances, dans les rues, dans les transports, ou au café. Oscillant entre le réalisme poétique, dans la tradition de la photographie Humaniste, pour des titres comme (Petit bolide ou Peau d’âne*), il aime aussi la sophistication et le graphisme avec des images très construites, avec des symétries et des contrastes forts en noir et blanc ou en couleur, comme dans (Le môle des noires, Par la fenêtre de la salle d’attente, Vestiges, La mode*)... (* Voir site)
http://www.photmignon.sitew.com/
http://www.photoalouest.com/tiers/galerie-562.php
Didier Mignon is a former photojournalist, installed nowadays in Saint Malo. His gaze is it that of a "Parisien" over Bretagne...?
He is very fond of the transparencies and reflections with which he performs a kind of instant collage, caught live, in a re-composed reality (The bus arrives; Triumph*). He likes to play with silhouettes that appear as cutouts of paper or shadows of China, as in (La pie, or Triangle or Partitions*). Through this evocative approach to the world, he leaves great deal to the imagination, through the principles of the veils or yet fragments, according to the metonymia: ’ the part to the whole’. When he chooses the colour he likes very fine and soft nuances or, conversely, the bright and contemporary tones. He has a gentle look on the world, whether it is: men working, elderly or children, sailors or walkers met by chance in their wanderings in the streets, in public transports, or at the pub. Oscillating between the poetic realism in the tradition of humanist photography, in titles like (Petit bolide or Peau d’âne*), he also likes the sophistication and the design with highly constructed images, with symmetries and strong contrasts in black and white or in colour, as in (Le môle des noires, Par la fenêtre de la salle d’attente, Vestiges, La mode *)... (* See site)
Michel Monteils
Michel Monteils est un dessinateur professionnel à multi-casquettes:Créateur de ‘TORORO’ le taureau bien connu des Nîmois, qui s'expose depuis plusieurs saisons.
Créateur, rédacteur en chef du journal gratuit humoristique ‘BAFFES’,
Dessinateur de BD, de dessins de presse, entre autres,
Auteur d'un album de dessins de presse ‘UN TORO SINON RIEN’ aux Editions Lacour.
Nombreuses expositions passées et à venir:
‘TORORO dans Les Vendanges de l'humour’, ‘TORORO voit rose’, ‘TORORO prend de la brioche’, ‘TOREROS D'HUMOUR’..
Michel Monteils - born in 1955 Nov 27th – has always been attracted to drawing. At the tender age of six, he started drawing comics to entertain the whole family.
He studied at The Beaux-Arts (Nîmes) for a short period as he was eager to join Jean IMAGE school to improve the movement in drawing.
He wrote for different local newspapers providing humoristic sketches and started publishing his comics, professionally, in the late 70s. He then created a monthly free humoristic local magazine: ‘BAFFES’.
In 2008 he decided to start exhibiting his works after he has been asked by a few Art galleries, restaurants, and atypical places.
This work, published here now, ‘mise à nu’ has just been on exhibition in L’Imprimerie at Nîmes.
Carlos Paes
José Carlos Paes Neves e Sousa nasceu em Ovar, em 1949.Estudou em Portugal e Angola onde viveu até 1975. A assídua frequência do atelier de seu pai, o pintor Neves e Sousa e o contacto com outros artistas, baseou a sua formação artística.
Participou no curso de História da Arte Moderna e Contemporânea, orientado pelo professor Fernando Pernes (assessor cultural da Fundação Serralves).
Desde muito jovem viu vários dos seus trabalhos serem reconhecidos e premiados.
Entre 1970 e 1989 fez escultura a par da pintura e desenho. Expõe com regularidade a partir de 1990, em Portugal e também em Espanha, Angola e Brasil. Esteve representado na “Malta International Art Bienal”.
Em 1997 e 1998 colaborou em cenografia para teatro.
Está representado em acervos oficiais e particulares em diversos países. Reside actualmente em Aveiro, onde desenvolve a sua actividade.
Jose Carlos Paes Neves e Sousa was born in Ovar, in 1949.
He studied in Portugal and Angola, where he lived until 1975. An assiduous frequency at the studio of his father, the painter Neves e Sousa and the contact with other artists, based his artistic training.
He participated in the course of history of Modern and Contemporary Art, oriented by Professor Fernando Pernes (cultural advisor of Serralves Foundation).
Since very young he saw many of his works being recognized and rewarded.
Between 1970 and 1989 he made sculpture as well as painting and drawing. He exhibits regularly since 1990 in Portugal and in Spain, Angola and Brazil. He was represented in the "Malta International Art Biennale." In 1997 and 1998 has worked in set design for theater.
He is represented in official and private collections in different countries.
Currently resides in Aveiro where he develops his activities.
José Pestana Cruz
Quando era jovem estudante em Lausanne (Suiça) comprei a minha primeira máquina fotográfica, com as poupanças do trabalho que fazia nas férias lectivas: uma Nikormat EL. Como já então não gostava de retratar a realidade, mas de a interpretar, comprei também um pequeno laboratório (a preto e branco) com o qual revelava os rolos e passava as fotos para o papel. Como vivia num T0, o único local onde o laboratório podia estar era na casa de banho (porque não tinha luz natural). Muitas vezes passei a noite toda naquela casa de banho, sem me dar conta das horas.Mais tarde, devido a uma vida profissional demasiado exigente, ofereci a máquina ao meu irmão, que, muito mais tarde, a ofereceu à minha filha mais velha.
Passaram mais de 30 anos sem tirar uma única fotografia, até decidir comprar uma dessas máquinas de bolso para registar os momentos vividos aquando de viagens.
Todavia, há certas coisas na vida que nos perseguem, nos encontram, ou reencontram e às quais não podemos fugir, mesmo que quiséssemos. Em Setembro de 2009 foi-me diagnosticado um cancro da parótida. Seguiram-se duas intervenções cirúrgicas quase seguidas, que me deixaram a cara num bolo e me impediram de trabalhar. A minha família, para eu não me isolar tanto, lembrou-se de me oferecer uma Nikon D3000, digital, pelo Natal de 2009, pensando, de tanto me amarem, que era um pretexto para me reencontrar com a vida.
Tinham toda a razão. Aquela paixão adormecida voltou, tão forte ou mais do que antes e dei por mim a ir aqui e ali, às vezes muito longe, outras vezes muito perto, só com o pretexto de tirar fotografias. Só que desta vez só me interessava o que o nosso mundo tem de belo, de sublime, o milagre da vida em todas as suas formas.
Tudo o que procuro e consigo fotografar é, só por si, um hino à vida e à beleza da nossa condição humana, à majestosa exuberância do nosso planeta e dos seus habitantes.
Assim, posso dizer, sem medo de errar, que a fotografia me salvou a sanidade mental, me manteve conectado com o mundo e me levou onde não tinha sido capaz de ir pelos meus próprios pés.
Agradeço, comovido, a todos os que gostam das imagens que divulgo, mas agradeço ainda mais à beleza do mundo que nos cerca, em relação ao qual andamos tantas vezes distraídos.
Por último agradeço à QUO Magazine a oportunidade de mostrar o que vejo a um público mais alargado. Agradeço e aceito todas as sugestões e feed-back que queiram enviar-me.
Faro, 4 de Março de 2011
jpestanacruz@gmail.com
When I was a young student in Lausanne (Switzerland) I bought my first camera, with the savings from my work during school holidays: a Nikormat EL. As I, already by then, did not like to portray the reality but would rather interpret it, I also bought a small lab (black and white) in which I developed the film and passed the photos to the paper. As I lived in a T0, the only place for the lab was in the bathroom (because there was no natural light in there). I would spend nights in a row in that bathroom, without realizing the time.
Later, due to an extremely demanding professional life, I offered the camera to my brother, who, much later, offered it to my eldest daughter.
More than 30 years passed by without taking a single photo, till I decide to buy one of those pocket cameras to register the experienced moments during my traveling.
However, there are certain things in life that pursue us, find us, or rediscover us, and to which we cannot escape, even if we would like to. In September 2009 I was diagnosed with parotid cancer, and two surgeries followed, one upon the other, which left my face as a cake and prevented me from working. My family, in order to prevent my isolation, thought to offer me a Nikon D3000 digital at Christmas 2009. Thinking, from loving me so much, that this would be an excuse for me to reconnect with life.
And quite right they where! That dormant passion was rekindled as strong as ever and I found myself going to places, sometimes far, sometimes very close, using the pretext of going to take photos. Only this time, all I was interested in was the beauty of our world, the sublime, the miracle of life in all its forms.
All what I searched and succed to photograph is, in itself, a hymn to life and to the beauty of our human condition, to the majestic exuberance of our planet and its inhabitants.
So I can say, without fear of contradiction, that photography saved my sanity, kept me connected with the world and took me where I had not been able to go before by my own legs.
I’m very grateful to all of you who enjoy the photos I spread around. I thank you affectedly. But I’m even more grateful to the beauty of the world around us, this world of ours where we walk in often so distracted.
Finally I thank QUO Magazine the opportunity to show what I see to a wider public.
I appreciate and accept all suggestions and feedback you might have on my work.
Faro, March 4, 2011