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Werkje (verkocht) uit 2009 met een mooi gedicht van onze Vlaamse dichter Herman De Coninck over fluitenkruid, het plantje dat ik elk jaar in de vroege lente met een warm gevoel zie terugkomen langs beken, bosranden en heggen. Prachtig in grote wolkenboeketten!
Piece of work (sold) of 2009 with a beautiful poem from our Flemish poet Herman De Coninck about cow parsley, a plant that gives me a warm feeling, every year in early spring, when it appears along ditches, woods edges and hedges. Beautiful in large clouds of bouquets!
Piece of work (sold) of 2009 with a beautiful poem from our Flemish poet Herman De Coninck about cow parsley, a plant that gives me a warm feeling, every year in early spring, when it appears along ditches, woods edges and hedges. Beautiful in large clouds of bouquets!
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Bladzijde uit een van mijn concertinaboekjes: twee gedichten waar ik van hou, één in het Nederlands en één in het Engels.
En natuurlijk de onvermijdelijke illustraties.
Page from one of my concertina books: two poems I love, one in English and one in Dutch. And of course the inevitable illustrations.
En natuurlijk de onvermijdelijke illustraties.
Page from one of my concertina books: two poems I love, one in English and one in Dutch. And of course the inevitable illustrations.
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Mag ik blij zijn met dit uitgebreid artikel over mijn werk dat onlangs verscheen in het amerikaans tijdschrift "The Alphabet" (San Francisco, California)? Ja toch! Carl Roars leverde uitstekend werk, niet alleen met het schrijven van de artikels, maar ook met het gedurfde zwarte uitgestanste alfabet voor de kaft: mooi!
I am very proud to have a big story in "The Alphabet", the journal of the friends of calligraphy, based in San Francisco, California, USA. Carl Roars did a great job, not only with the articles but also with the black cut-out alphabet cover: beautiful!
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What was paradise
but a garden, an orchard
of trees and herbs, full of
pleasure and nothing there
but delights.
WILLIAM LAWSON
but a garden, an orchard
of trees and herbs, full of
pleasure and nothing there
but delights.
WILLIAM LAWSON
Slechts 3 weken tussen foto links en foto rechts, het groen groeit aan! De haagbeuk (Carpinus betulus) werpt zijn bruine bladeren af, de groene plooirokjes verschijnen.
Only 3 weeks between picture on the left and picture on the right, the green is growing! Hornbeam (Carpinus betulus) is getting rid of her brown leaves, her green pleated skirts are showing up.
Only 3 weeks between picture on the left and picture on the right, the green is growing! Hornbeam (Carpinus betulus) is getting rid of her brown leaves, her green pleated skirts are showing up.
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Dit is een concertinaboekje dat ik maakte in 2015. Ik neem je mee door het werkproces. Zit je met vragen? Stel ze gerust. Ik antwoord met veel plezier! Onderaan vind je de tekst die me inspireerde om dit boekje te ik beginnen.
This is a concertinabook that I made in 2015. I will go through the working process with you. I'd be happy to answer any questions you have! At the bottom you 'll find the full text that inspired me for making this booklet.
This is a concertinabook that I made in 2015. I will go through the working process with you. I'd be happy to answer any questions you have! At the bottom you 'll find the full text that inspired me for making this booklet.
I found this beautiful text and started writing it in the left upper corner of my new concertina book. I think it was a good idea to save out a round space in the block and paint the pale blue dot that represents our big small world.
Then, I added a bigger illustration of the earth. In four concentric circles, I drew the names of well-known people of the world of music, science, arts and politics. I made a mixture of good and bad people because together they make our world.
After that, I drew the hand, a typical illustration from palmistry. I also filled in the small space between text block and the earth illustration with yellow lettering.
Now I needed something to put underneath the text block and I wanted some heavy letterforms in contrast with the light weight text block. I drew the first 6 letters of 'universe' and then put a big sideways S behind to fill in the remaining space. I used gouache in two different shades of grey.
There was still some space underneath 'univers', perfect for I looked for some lyrics with a connection to the whole: "I might be born too late, or in a country with different light, I always feel a little lost, though the mirror shows my face..." from a song by Ramses Shaffy, Dutch singer. The final touch was the date indication 'made in 2015'.
Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space by Carl Sagan.
“Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there - on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.”
“Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there - on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.”
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Mijn broer Kristoffel is een letterbeeldhouwer met een sympathie voor de ongeschoolde letter. Hij volgde in Gent een opleiding schilderkunst. Die voedde zijn drang naar eenvoud en soberheid. In 1989 draaide hij het roer terug om en werd zelfstandig letterbeeldhouwer. Daarnaast gaf hij les in Antwerpen en momenteel in Gent.
My brother Kristoffel is a lettercutter with a sympathy for the unskilled letterform. He trained in painting and that fed his desire for simplicity and frugality. In 1989, he turned the tide and became independent lettercutter. He taught in Antwerp and currently in Gent.
My brother Kristoffel is a lettercutter with a sympathy for the unskilled letterform. He trained in painting and that fed his desire for simplicity and frugality. In 1989, he turned the tide and became independent lettercutter. He taught in Antwerp and currently in Gent.
Grafsteen voor kat / gravestone for cat
Boek in samenwerking met dichter Leonard Nolens / book in collaboration with poet Leonard Nolens
Zie ook / see more: www.kristoffelboudens.be
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Ik begon rechts in mijn schetsboek met het tekenen van verschillende randjes om later te gebruiken in een werkstuk. Achteraf vulde ik aan met nog maar eens kevertjes. Ik had ze eigenlijk nog nooit in zwart-wit getekend en vind ze wel geslaagd. Een korte zin kon er ook nog bij en een blok tekst met een opsomming van uitgestorven insecten. De linkerpagina sluit qua onderwerp aan op de rechter. Eerst een grote kever zoals je ze soms ziet op oude schoolprenten, een tekst over wetenschappelijke naamgeving, een tekeningetje van 'the circle of life' en nog enkele poëtische pareltjes.
I started drawing various borders to use in a commissioned piece of work. After that, I completed the design with - again -some beetles. I 'd never actually drawn them in black and white and think they are successful. I added a short phrase and a block of text with a list of extinct insects.The left page had to correspond in subject with the right one. First I drew the large beetle as you sometimes see them in old school prints, and then a text on scientific name giving, a drawing of 'the circle of life' and some poetic gems completed the final layout.
I started drawing various borders to use in a commissioned piece of work. After that, I completed the design with - again -some beetles. I 'd never actually drawn them in black and white and think they are successful. I added a short phrase and a block of text with a list of extinct insects.The left page had to correspond in subject with the right one. First I drew the large beetle as you sometimes see them in old school prints, and then a text on scientific name giving, a drawing of 'the circle of life' and some poetic gems completed the final layout.
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Detail uit een (verkocht) vrij werk uit 2008 met een prachtig gedicht van Herman De Coninck. En natuurlijk de onvermijdelijke kevertjes!
Detail of a sold piece (2008) with a wonderful poem by a Flemish poet. And, of course, the inevitable beetles!
Detail of a sold piece (2008) with a wonderful poem by a Flemish poet. And, of course, the inevitable beetles!
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Deze mooie oude Italiaanse uitdrukking betekent letterlijk: 'lucht met schapewolkjes, water met emmers'.
This beautiful old Italian phrase literally means: 'mackerel sky, buckets of water' or 'a mackerel sky is never long dry'.
This beautiful old Italian phrase literally means: 'mackerel sky, buckets of water' or 'a mackerel sky is never long dry'.
