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Three experiences // Drie ervaringen

17 Friday Jan 2025

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At the entry of doubt and hesitance / the sound of metal joints / was in glaring contrast / to the empty space.

Bij het binnenkomen van aarzeling en van twijfel / klonken de gewrichten van metaal / in schril contrast tot de lege ruimte.

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Once buildings start to crumble / and walls start to tumble / then true beauty is revealed. // One must seek for a second / and split structures into basic elements. // This brings us to insight” (Oppenheimer contemplating about The Big One). 

Wanneer gebouwen verpulveren / en muren instorten / dan komt de ware schoonheid tevoorschijn. // Je moet een seconde nemen / om daarna de structuur in basale elementen te splitsen. // Dat brengt ons inzicht. (Overweging van Oppenheimer over The Big One).

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An empty prison comes in place / where glue runs past a stone’s cast. // No, people, / that is not for understanding / that is for nót understanding / where we stand without ground / under our feet.

Een leeg gevang komt te staan / waar lijm voorbij een steenworp holt. // Neen mensen: dat is niet om te begrijpen / dat is om níet te begrijpen / waar we staan zonder grond / onder onze voeten is.

Photos taken by Drager Meurtant in old Leather Factory Oisterwijk, NL, February 4, 2014

Texts (c) DM, 2014-2025

Critic Building a Future // Criticus Bouwt een Toekomst (1)

04 Saturday Jan 2025

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In creating art, this artist examines human actions and the resulting society, with bonds and clefts.

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Bij het scheppen van kunst, onderzoekt deze kunstenaar het menselijk handelen en de maatschappij die hieruit volgt, met verbindingen en kloven.

The Oil Terminal at Dissension

After one village a second was build // and as so often / these contained two communities / with different beliefs. // After peevishness came quarrel / and this raised high: a full five meters. // The arrival of the oil-terminal / changed little apart from more fencing. // The bridge does not unite the inhabitants / but enables them to dwell on different paths.

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De Olieterminal bij Tweespalt

Na één dorp werd een tweede gebouwd / en als zo vaak, / waren het twee gemeentes in het geloof. // Na wrevel kwam ruzie / en die liep hoog op en wel vijf meter. // De komst van de olieterminal veranderde weinig / behalve nog meer heining. // De brug verenigt geen bewoners, / maar maakt dat de wegen gescheiden voortgaan.

the oilterminal at dissension / de olieterminal bij tweespalt

(assemblage, 78x58x9 cm, DM, 2013)

Alternate wish 2024-2025

21 Saturday Dec 2024

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Hey, you:

Is it true you read, this, and the next

words and written thoughts, wrought

by sleeplessness, insomnia and sorrow.

Since this rotten world is consumed by

maggots, some with guns, the others

driven by envy, none silenced by having

to sit behind a Triumph, a Remington,

(mine is an Erika from the GDR) but

shouting on X, like crazy birds.

Who has control over the red button,

that will stop nonsense and sense alike,

in one sudden instance.

Aye, the worst dreams came true

arriving both from the east and west,

their messages driving holes like tubes

drawn by bullets in grey matter:  cheese

it  has become, infected by the craziness

of bulls – they must be bulls – that

disguised themselves as double burgers with

mayonnaise.

Now my cramped fingers find the words

silence and peace and know these must

differ from sleep without dreams.

(Amsterdam, former NDSM shipyard)

Drager Meurtant, Dec 25, 2023 – Dec 12, 2024

Nothing // Niets

25 Friday Oct 2024

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I don’t believe in anything anymore.

it wasn’t a fall / not a gradual disappearance / 

but a sudden realization.

there was not a thing / at checking the map “belief”

that’s how simple it can be:

no memory either / and the back-up / was also empty.

this won’t work, I concluded / and decided to go cycling

niets geloof ik meer.

het was geen val, geen / geleidelijke verdwijning /

maar een plotse vaststelling.

er bleek niets te zijn / bij het raadplegen /

van de map “geloof”.

zo simpel kan het zijn: / geen herinnering ook / 

en de back-up was / eveneens leeg.

dan maar niet, dacht ik / en besloot een eindje

te gaan fietsen.

Drager Meurtant, 9-9-24

(monoprint, two elements, size image 12×20 cm
(DM, Sept 9, 2024)

Second chance

13 Saturday Jul 2024

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Is there a second chance?

Will there be room for improvement, or have all options be exploited to great depth, leaving just a void.

Let us look at mixed-media painting “Room with a view”, conceived and created in 2019.

In subsequent years, doubt gradually did arise, and early July 2024 this work was completely painted over with white gesso, and then created anew. The structure (cut-out in carton) remained, but colored differently. Minor elements were added as collage material.

“Outside in the meadows”

The text made vague by superposition of thin paper, came from book by Florence Montgomery – Misunderstood (1910)

text and art by Drager Meurtant, 2024

The Trek (Modern Times)

27 Thursday Jun 2024

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Is there more pressure, a heavier load / a road more insidious?

The Trek (Modern Times) – I

Is the texture of existence ruder / and less predictable and / is nature no longer trustworthy / not even in ourselves?

The Trek (Modern Times) – II

Yes, with the objective to serve / ourselves most / we become more otherless.

The Trek (Modern Times) – III (detail)

Sculpture, assemblage of wooden laths, coated with A-1 cast and paint plus piece of soap in cloth coated with A1 cast; 59x45x33 cm.

(c) Drager Meurtant, June 2024

The truth as told by a non-believer

11 Saturday May 2024

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Elements that accept a different position

Myth

Being mean is not new,

myths tell the audience.

The dagger in my pocket

may be blunt, but sharp is

my tongue, as long as it ain’t cut

out by the adversary

the adversary that is you, or

your neighbour, and all those that

hate the words that undermine,

that mine thoughts of ordinary

people, fed by those of eminent

leaders, who cherrish rotten

eggs for ideas.

photo and text Drager Meurtant, 2023-2024

Positions (unaware – the fall)

30 Saturday Mar 2024

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Basic terms  / (explain) / the fall as junction / between earth and / above.

Swift and silent / grades / of an approach / unwanted but inevitable.

Once steps were / made from / one position / the other ones followed / without thinking / ahead.

Positions (unaware – the fall)

Posities

(onbewust – de val)

Voorwaarden aan de basis / (verklaren) / de val als een verbinding / tussen de aarde en / daarboven.

Snelle en stille / stappen in een / benadering, ongewenst / maar onafwendbaar.

Toen treden waren / genomen van één positie / volgden de andere zonder / vooruit te denken.

(collage of monoprint fragments, 2020, part of Ben Uri Gallery Sales Exhibition, March 15-29, 2024)

Transformation

10 Sunday Mar 2024

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A visit to old leather factory in Oisterwijk (NL) May 8, 2014, combined with a view of paintings by WOLS in Museo Sofia Reina in the same year, Madrid (E) made me create assemblage.

old leather factory in Oisterwijk

With group of 12 photographers, we were allowed to search for good places to photograph.

One Way Out

One way out

“So, there is only one way out. // But there are no stairs. // There is no rope, no trampoline. // You have no wings even. // Knowing that the heat will become intolerable / how do you get out?!”

Concrete benches for machines
Crypt in the “church” named Leather Factory Oisterwijk, NL

Not to be seated

“Here one stands in awe / and one’s mind lingers / about those, who once were sitting on the benches. // But after what happened / the holiness of this sacred site / does not allow anyone to be seated here / anymore.”

Three Trestles under the Hatch

“Three trestles under the hatch: Even, / if the memory / of an empty room / with stone trestles, that once

all photos, texts & art (c) Drager Meurtant, 2014 – 2024


Terrace on the River Rhine / Terras aan de Rivier de Rijn)

29 Monday Jan 2024

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Today, the world looked safer / without sirens, no shooting till 14 hours / and the car moved smoothly

accross the border / separating two countries for long / only in war having been united by force.

One hour later, the friends did meet / first time in almost 4 months.

It took two hours to talk down / the big C that shaped lives / and for leaving the extra coat / worn for safety.

And then they took a dive where it was / forbidden / followed by coffee on / a terrace looking at the river Rhine.

(terras aan de rivier de Rijn)

Vandaag kwam de wereld veiliger over / zonder sirenes, geen schieten tot 14 uur / en de auto bewoog langzaam / langs de grens / die de twee landen lang had gescheiden / alleen verenigd in de oorlog / door macht.

Eén uur later, ontmoetten de vrienden / elkaar voor het eerst in bijna vier maanden. / Het nam twee uur om de grote C / omlaag te praten, die het leven beheerste / en om de extra jas – gedragen voor de veiligheid – achter te laten.

En toen doken ze in het water waar het verboden was / gevolgd door koffie op / een terras dat uitkeek op de rivier de Rijn.

Drager Meurtant, June 24, 2020 (during lift of first Covid19 lockdown, minor corrections Jan 29, 2024)