Natural Writers

Hozho and other dreams...

Eerik Wissenz, Eva Wissenz — 2009-01-25T21:02:00Z

So many travels, so many thoughts, so many explorations begin with one question: tell me, do you think things could be different? It is a question as persistent as a walking vision, which will come again some nights later to enter our sleep. And sometimes deep inside of us, we have those commanding noisy dreams, dreams of power and lucidity which are able to sweep away all our doubts and sad hesitations of retreating restlessness. You dream of elsewhere, and elsewhere, through the dream, is already becoming you.

You decide a country, you decide a journey, you decide a photograph; you decide because your dream would have already placed before your eyes before reality comes and offers it … With words, dreams are sometimes also happy and clear unions. In this way my fleeting visions become the threads of secrets of my thoughts. But always the great day comes ruffling, shaking, astounding and spreading dreams, undressing them from their cloudy skin. Dreams always go to action.

I have a persistent dream with Angélique Boudet's images : Dreaming and Hozho.

For the Navajos, Hozho represents harmony with the world.

Solander, Marseille, 2007-2009

Discover Andy Goldsworthy

Eva Wissenz — 2009-01-23T22:05:28Z

An introduction to magic land art with Rivers and Tides.

The man uses no chemical colours (leaves or coloured rocks reduced in powder) and nothing else but his hands and collected natural elements.

Sea shores

Eva Wissenz — 2009-01-23T21:05:17Z

You stand there.
Where life of earth stops right in front of the sea.
Feet into the sand, head in the sky
feeling like to play, deeply breathing the smell of a greasy chichi doughnut
together with a sea breeze filled with Mistral.

You stand there
in front of all that Mediterranean sea
The building-ships loathe their freights of emigration
And of holidays.
They come, they go and come again.
From shore to shore, the ports die down at night time.
Beaches come to life with games, with the noise of weaked words.
You loook for a place to fly away.
You look for a place to calm down.

You stand there, simply
Under the rocks of the sinuous coast which dreams of silence, the sea beats.
You ! Poor little human, tell me : " What are you thinking of ? Where are you going to ?"
Lost in meditation, obviously cut in half because of the light that peels the eyes,
You stay right here, standing.

Solander,
Marseille 2007

See Angélique Boudet images of Seashores.