Lucas Dewaele, dagboek

Over fotografie en leven.

Category: Vlaamsch Kallisjonisme

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Life is simple, reading about art.

‘In the work of Every Bean there is always a fundamental ambiguity and a critical undercurrent perceptible, a kind of rebellious sensitivity. The artist’s subjects and thinking bear witness to a broad social insight, but at the same time also to an awareness of not knowing. ‘The Awkward’ can be read as a lonely image of God of the capitalist global system, but just as much as a (self) portrait, a relationship to freedom and choices, and the accompanying responsibility. It touches on a raw vision of the condition humaine.’

How far self-deception can go?

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Life is simple. Become a parishioner of Parr.

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Life is simple. It’s a rush.

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Life is simple. Drop art.

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Life is simple. Looking at Flanders Fields.

Art for beginners and haters (1).

Art has many appearances and parasites.

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P.s. Life is simple. Wait for light.

Flemish towns to avoid (167)

(no blue skies in Flanders)

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Really at home.

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Real life.


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Today’s movie.

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(Meanwhile in Poelkapelle real models are playing)

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(Meanwhile in Poelkapelle children are playing)

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(Meanwhile in Poelkapelle)

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Girasole – Haiku

Cade il seme
mentre il sole è specchio
da rincorrere

14.05.2018 Poetyca

Sunflower – Haiku

The seed falls
while the sun is a mirror
to chase

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(I made a horrible mistake today – my Fuji was in jpg-mode…)

Feeling Belgian.

Just for once.

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Today’s search for beauty. My labor was in vain.

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It all happened in Lichtervelde. Catholic village.

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Nous sommes tous obligés, pour rendre la réalité supportable, d’entretenir en nous quelques petites folies.

Marcel Proust

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Le seul véritable voyage ne serait pas d’aller vers de nouveaux paysages, mais d’avoir d’autres yeux.

Marcel Proust ; La prisonnière (Posthume, 1925)

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High summer – Flander’s exiles.

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My tuesday.

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Happening without significance.