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Don't Forget Me

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Tue, 09 Apr 2013 11:44:16 -0700

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Don't forget me, because I'll never forget you...

Model: Zhuzhu
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Framed

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Tue, 26 Mar 2013 14:10:48 -0700

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Taken in my garden recently.
I love the texture of the wood.

Model: ZhuZhu
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Trapped

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Sun, 24 Mar 2013 21:41:45 -0700

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Angel Eyes

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Thu, 08 Sep 2011 15:08:35 -0700

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Model: Marisa. A photo I took in Spain, recently.

The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX11,
provided by Samsung Electronics. Co., Ltd.
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Show Me Ways

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

This is for you, Always to you
More than I could ever give
To you all and to live
Something true inside of me
Coming here and wanting to be
Always with you always free
There are moments I can't trust
So much in themselves and getting lost

Show me ways with eyes unspoken
Through the longings of my dream
Every footstep is a token
To the way that feelings seem
Fill my darkness inside out
With the rays that erases dark
And let me know what love's about
Every turn and every spark

Bring me to your heart to hold
Fill my ways with love secure
Every feeling there unfold
That comes to you in its blur
Show me ways with your eyes
Open the heart like open skies

Pencil Vs Camera - 51

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Wed, 18 May 2011 06:42:37 -0700

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This is an old woman I met in a street of Venice, Italy. She was
walking alone and looking very sad. I hope that person feels
better now (I took the photo and also made the quick drawing).

The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10,
provided by Samsung Electronics. Co., Ltd.

>>> Review from THE SUN for this picture: "Framed ... old
lady is caught in a sketch" (The Sun, Dec. 2011)

See THIS VIDEO showing some 18 Pencil Vs Camera
images in progress (small animation and original music).
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I Miss You

A poem by Katie Gabrielle

I miss you
That's nothing new
I walked for miles
All tears, no smiles

I miss you
You ran away
I wept for days
I hoped you'd stay

I miss you
But you are lost
I'm weary
I'm teary
I paid the cost

I miss you
No sad goodbyes
You ran away
Silent alibis

Left to wander
Left to guess
I miss you
You know the rest

8 - Pencil Vs Camera for Art Official Concept

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Mon, 02 May 2011 07:36:16 -0700

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An old man thinking about his life (details and other creations below).

Made for "Art Official Concept".

Update: See THIS VIDEO showing some 18 Pencil Vs Camera
images in progress (with a small animation and original music).
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All the World's a Stage

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Wed, 13 Apr 2011 10:20:39 -0700

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"All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players" (Shakespeare).

A picture I took in Venice. Please see below a little animated gif with each colored mask. If you wish, you can also view some random details here and the colored masks individually here.

(I just came back from a great 3 days trip in Northern and Central Italy. I visited Venice, Rimini, Florence, Bologna, Forli, Faenza and Cesena. Many thanks to my guides and friends HEESUN and PAOLO. I'll share many artistic photos in the coming weeks.)
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No Boundary

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Sat, 29 Jan 2011 09:41:25 -0800

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Seaside in Santorini (Greece), a few months ago...
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No Boundary

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

No boundary to each travel
The sea is clear and new
Each day a new marvel
To see in sightings thru

Dreams are on the waves
And coming to the shore
All longing that life craves
That in memories we store

A night becomes fantasy
To islands that we go
When we sail on their free
Into the blue sky glow

In twilight’s stillness hour
When boundaries are gone
In awaking morning dower
When times of beauty carries on

No boundary to the voyage
Or callings of the billows
When we our trip advantage
In times and tide flows

Our dreams are in our finding
From shore to open road
As torrents are in grinding
With each their heavy load

Magic Evening

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Fri, 28 Jan 2011 07:25:33 -0800

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Seaside in Mykonos (Greece), a few months ago...
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Magic Evening

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

Magic evening
Thru night and waves
Mirror gleam living
In a heart that craves

Yesterday was ambiance
Now is something more
In aquatic acquaintance
To the vast shore

Magic glowing
Dream of red yellow
On heaven showing
Moments saying hello

Sea of exotic song
Dream to set sail
Romantic heart to long
In its sodden trail

Magic of sky
Thru the ember ocean
As its time goes by
With its full emotion

Love of possibilities
Morning that shall bring
Blue drifting seas
As dawn again will sing

Crisp

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Wed, 01 Dec 2010 14:12:01 -0800

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A leaf stuck at the surface of a partially frozen lake.
I took this picture a few days ago in Brussels...

(The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10)
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Silver Leaves

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

Silver leaves
In frozen snow
Winter retrieves
Those come and go
Beautiful hours
In cold liberty
Icy laid flowers
For you and me

Moments of giving
Before bygone
In days living
Here on and on
Everything’s falling
Like those gold
Oblivion calling
Nothing can hold

On to yesterday
Themes are playing
Tones somber lay
Nothing long staying
Hold to memories
Breezy time brief
Like wind in trees
And a falling leaf

Cryogenized

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Wed, 01 Dec 2010 09:20:54 -0800

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A leaf stuck at the surface of a partially frozen lake.
I took this picture a few days ago in Brussels...

(The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10)
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Cryogenized

A poem by Katie Gabrielle

Cryogenized
Homogenized
Supersized
Ice Baby Ice
Stuck Leaf
Nature Thief
Wait Wait
Says Fate
Until the Spring Thaw
Impatient Season
There's a reason
The river's frozen
While you're dozin
Wake up leaf
Winter's thief
Get unstuck
What the f***
Nature's mystery
Will be history
Pretty soon
You silly loon

I'm Still a Child

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Wed, 28 Jul 2010 06:18:11 -0700

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I've taken this photo very early in the morning in Fontalirant, near Thenon in France

The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10
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I Was Once A Child So Young

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

I was once a child so young
With fantasies in my mind
Like flowers from seeds do sprung
Each memory left behind

Like air that is busting to sky
To float with a cloudy mist
Or a brook in its flowing nearby
That earth has wandered and kissed

I look now and find memories
Of so much that life has given
The inside the heart only sees
And you through times have liven

There is so much far and wide
In songs of my singing that call
With moments for a while to abide
Like leaves in their beautiful of fall

My dreams have been pleasantry thing
With so much a child can do
They infinitely to me now sing
And some of them I interpret to you

A love song to fly in the blue
And wander away in youth’s countryside
To give of a young heart so true
In a merry-go-round childhood’s ride

Evening Falling

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 10:01:23 -0700

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I think about her all the time... Taken in France
It was the kind of moment you never forget...
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Feelings Liberated

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

Make the sunshine come up here around you
Like the waves of the open dark sea
Feel it surround you and make again free
With its rising from daybreak to come through
Every motion is within the soul
Like a dream that's always inside quite near
Giving meaning and everything whole
Going from every cubicle inside there

Like a flower spreads seeds to the earth
So your heart gives feelings liberated
From the strings of the past of your desire
Each motion is like waves of its birth
With the leaves of the spirit there weighted
Like dawn reddish sky in its rising fire

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-- No Escape --

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Thu, 05 Mar 2009 18:49:42 -0800

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The Day is Still Dark Inside

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

The day is still dark inside
Where shadows of past hide,
A glowing here and there
And with memories to share;
Like a flower in the rain
With both ease and the pain,
That give a cloud its shape
And each their wondering agape.

For all has threads of hope
In rhythmic ways and scope,
The days are still quite young
In with its double-tongue;
You can not escape a past
That comes to you aghast,
By showing ways once shone
That in its weavings aren't gone.

Though some may never be
The same there inside you see,
The roots of the seeds trotten
Are not from a heart forgotten;
And only will cause some twinge
From the old layers of tinge,
These aren't with times anymore
And no one knows what they are for.

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The poem appeared on www.poemhunter.com/peter-s-quinn/

Little Ben Heine with Odette

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 21:17:38 -0700

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This is a very old photo (poor quality, it hurts the eyes, sorry) showing my nurse Odette and me as a child when I was living in Ivory Coast, Africa, from 1983 to 1990. I realize just now how pretty and courageous she was. I miss her.
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Meeting Marcin Bondarowicz

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Thu, 30 Aug 2007 19:16:00 -0700

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Marcin Bondarowicz is a Polish painter
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THE DRUNKEN BOAT

A poem by Arthur Rimbaud

As I was floating down unconcerned Rivers
I no longer felt myself steered by the haulers:
Gaudy Redskins had taken them for targets
Nailing them naked to coloured stakes.

I cared nothing for all my crews,
Carrying Flemish wheat or English cottons.
When, along with my haulers those uproars were done with
The Rivers let me sail downstream where I pleased.

Into the ferocious tide-rips
Last winter, more absorbed than the minds of children,
I ran! And the unmoored Peninsulas
Never endured more triumphant clamourings

The storm made bliss of my sea-borne awakenings.
Lighter than a cork, I danced on the waves
Which men call eternal rollers of victims,
For ten nights, without once missing the foolish eye of the harbor lights!

Sweeter than the flesh of sour apples to children,
The green water penetrated my pinewood hull
And washed me clean of the bluish wine-stains and the splashes of vomit,
Carring away both rudder and anchor.

And from that time on I bathed in the Poem
Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk,
Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam,
A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down;

Where, suddenly dyeing the bluenesses, deliriums
And slow rhythms under the gleams of the daylight,
Stronger than alcohol, vaster than music
Ferment the bitter rednesses of love!

I have come to know the skies splitting with lightnings, and the waterspouts
And the breakers and currents; I know the evening,
And Dawn rising up like a flock of doves,
And sometimes I have seen what men have imagined they saw!

I have seen the low-hanging sun speckled with mystic horrors.
Lighting up long violet coagulations,
Like the performers in very-antique dramas
Waves rolling back into the distances their shiverings of venetian blinds!

I have dreamed of the green night of the dazzled snows
The kiss rising slowly to the eyes of the seas,
The circulation of undreamed-of saps,
And the yellow-blue awakenings of singing phosphorus!

I have followed, for whole months on end, the swells
Battering the reefs like hysterical herds of cows,
Never dreaming that the luminous feet of the Marys
Could force back the muzzles of snorting Oceans!

I have struck, do you realize, incredible Floridas
Where mingle with flowers the eyes of panthers
In human skins! Rainbows stretched like bridles
Under the seas' horizon, to glaucous herds!

I have seen the enormous swamps seething, traps
Where a whole leviathan rots in the reeds!
Downfalls of waters in the midst of the calm
And distances cataracting down into abysses!

Glaciers, suns of silver, waves of pearl, skies of red-hot coals!
Hideous wrecks at the bottom of brown gulfs
Where the giant snakes devoured by vermin
Fall from the twisted trees with black odours!

I should have liked to show to children those dolphins
Of the blue wave, those golden, those singing fishes.
- Foam of flowers rocked my driftings
And at times ineffable winds would lend me wings.

Sometimes, a martyr weary of poles and zones,
The sea whose sobs sweetened my rollings
Lifted its shadow-flowers with their yellow sucking disks toward me
And I hung there like a kneeling woman...

Almost an island, tossing on my beaches the brawls
And droppings of pale-eyed, clamouring birds,
And I was scudding along when across my frayed cordage
Drowned men sank backwards into sleep!

But now I, a boat lost under the hair of coves,
Hurled by the hurricane into the birdless ether,
I, whose wreck, dead-drunk and sodden with water,
neither Monitor nor Hanse ships would have fished up;

Free, smoking, risen from violet fogs,
I who bored through the wall of the reddening sky
Which bears a sweetmeat good poets find delicious,
Lichens of sunlight [mixed] with azure snot,

Who ran, speckled with lunula of electricity,
A crazy plank, with black sea-horses for escort,
When Julys were crushing with cudgel blows
Skies of ultramarine into burning funnels;

I who trembled, to feel at fifty leagues' distance
The groans of Behemoth's rutting, and of the dense Maelstroms
Eternal spinner of blue immobilities
I long for Europe with it's aged old parapets!

I have seen archipelagos of stars! and islands
Whose delirious skies are open to sailor:
- Do you sleep, are you exiled in those bottomless nights,
Million golden birds, O Life Force of the future? -

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking.
Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter:
Sharp love has swollen me up with heady langours.
O let my keel split! O let me sink to the bottom!

If there is one water in Europe I want, it is the
Black cold pool where into the scented twilight
A child squatting full of sadness, launches
A boat as fragile as a butterfly in May.

I can no more, bathed in your langours, O waves,
Sail in the wake of the carriers of cottons,
Nor undergo the pride of the flags and pennants,
Nor pull past the horrible eyes of the hulks.

My Friends and I in 1988

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 21:17:32 -0700

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These cute African kids used to be my close friends when I
was living in Ivory Coast, Africa, from 1983 to 1990.
Such a sweet memory. Childhood Nostalgia.
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