07 april 2013
18 maart 2013
17 maart 2013
30 november 2012
WG KUNST KERSTSALE 2012
Saturday and Sunday december 22nd and 23rd, 12:00 – 18:00.
100 participating artists. Each work of art will be sold for €100.
I participate with three urban animal photos, 30x40 cm, signed and numbered (1/10), museum quality c-prints on dibond.
elephant
eisbär
yamaha hippo
... other photos, such as my beloved cookie monster, are also on sale for similar prizes (less than the actual cost prize).
Have a look here:
http://maartjejaquet.blogspot.nl/2012/11/stadsbeesten-urban-animals-sale.html
18 oktober 2012
Stadsbeesten Urban Animals Tweede Druk!
Second Edition out now!
Photo / Poetry book
€15,- (was €19,50)
(postage not included)
For sale in the museum shop of the Tropenmuseum (Amsterdam)
Or through me:
I can send you a (signed) copy;
send me an e-mail and i'll provide you with the details.
Photo / Poetry book
€15,- (was €19,50)
(postage not included)
For sale in the museum shop of the Tropenmuseum (Amsterdam)
Or through me:
I can send you a (signed) copy;
send me an e-mail and i'll provide you with the details.
ISBN/EAN: 978-90-816161-1-9
03 oktober 2012
24 september 2012
30 augustus 2012
13 juli 2012
te koop - for sale
22 juni 2012
20 juni 2012
phoenix
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Mef36R2iJk
I rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
~ Maya Angelou
It was hard for me to choose ... Please listen to Maya Angelou reciting her poem here, too: www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_muacudzs
19 juni 2012
13 juni 2012
21 mei 2012
26 april 2012
25 april 2012
21 april 2012
at swim two birds
When a man sleeps, he is steeped and lost in a limp toneless happiness: awake he is restless, tortured by his body and the illusion of existence. Why have men spent the centuries seeking to overcome the awakened body? Put it to sleep, that is a better way. Let it serve only to turn the sleeping soul over, to change the blood-stream and thus make possible a deeper and more refined sleep.~ Flann O'Brien
stadsbeest - urban animal, stadstuin - city garden, found early this morning at the sunrise (behind big gray clouds that was) bicycle tour to officially open the amsterdam springsnow festival
19 april 2012
Nieuwe beesten
Vandaag besloten om weer nieuwe stadsbeesten op dit blog te plaatsen.
Intussen zoek ik en maak ik stadsbeesten met kinderen.
En schoffel ik in mijn stadstuin.
Intussen zoek ik en maak ik stadsbeesten met kinderen.
En schoffel ik in mijn stadstuin.
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