05 Monday Aug 2024
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Hello, this is your virtual road assistance guide: when taking turns and determining your goal, you may ask: “is it possible that two sources form one stream?“
Catherin Pascal Dunk and Drager Meurtant attempted to create two poems by sequential and mutual interactive exchange of lines / stanzas, and composing a joint stream of words or lyric.
you may find the results here:
31 Wednesday Jul 2024
Posted in France, Le Pays, photography, poetry, street photography, Uncategorized
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Europe, fotografie, France, on the road, paris, photography, poetry, poezie, travel
The idea was to make a short trip to Paris by bus at the end of November 2023. Calculated time of departure 9.30 hours, which became 9.50 hours.
On this road hoping for good or better / while seated on the front row in a bus / heading for La Ville Lumière (the City of Light) / rain came pouring, slashing the windows / and changing the experience into murk and flashing screen scenes / of viaducts crossing the motor road.
The driver from Eastern Europe / talking to another driver crossing / the content in a different direction / in their own language / endlessly.
Still, the driver paid attention to the traffic on the road, the lights / and he drove peacefully to the terminus / at Gare de Bercy.
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.
The text made vague by superposition of thin paper, came from book by Florence Montgomery – Misunderstood (1910)
text and art by Drager Meurtant, 2024
27 Thursday Jun 2024
Posted in abstract, art, assemblage, development, installation, kunst, landscape, mental health, philosophy, poezie, society
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assemblage, Dada, gedicht, landscape, philosophy, poetry, poezie, sculpture, society, strain
Is there more pressure, a heavier load / a road more insidious?
Is the texture of existence ruder / and less predictable and / is nature no longer trustworthy / not even in ourselves?
Yes, with the objective to serve / ourselves most / we become more otherless.
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
17 Monday Jun 2024
Posted in archeology, Decay, defense, History, landscape, photography, society, Spain
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art, Castel, Decay, featured, fotografie, History, landscape, photography, poetry, Ruins, Spain, writing
(Castillo de Villalba en Cebolla, Toledo, Spain)
Stones were raised by many
hands and backs bend,
to create the walls for protection.
Begging for a raise
of pay did not work.
The trade-unions still had to be
invented.
Romans were forgotten
their road nearby used
for later people’s needs.
Foundations had been laid by
Islamic rule, in the XI – XII century,
while in later ages the Order of Templars
(los templarios) enforced the construction
and the walls were thick.
The fortification aimed
to defend the strategic route
near the river Tajo along which
merchandise travelled.
Rulers that lived inside
the walls such as Juan-II of Castille,
did hold the reins of
arrogance.
Thick walls are not meant
for enlightened minds.
all photos and texts (c) Drager Meurtant, May 17, 2018 – June 17, 2024
06 Thursday Jun 2024
Posted in archeology, art, assemblage, Dada, defense, demography, development, Figurative art, History, kunst, landscape, philosophy, poetry, rocks, society, Uncategorized
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assemblage, border, borders, boundaries, fences, frontiers, immigration, landscape, lens-artists, Migration, philosophy, photography, poetry, refugees, society
At the age of one year, the artist Drager Meurtant (b. 2012) wanted to create a vision of the world in it’s infancy.
With mountains, a lake and mystical homonoid figures standing idle.
“The mountains that I encountered, the swamps and gadflies: for milennia remained nearly unchanged: One time the first people came, or were Neanderthals earlier? People won, but whether that was the best outcome? “
In the years that followed, the increased tendency in our world to strengthen frontiers, raise walls, and push back ‘illegal’ immigrants, became a worry and cause to doubt progression of human society.
This did in 2023 lead to transformation of the above sculpture – assemblage, into “Borders and Fences”
The lake became a place for a small city with skyscrapers.
A high gate was raised, on a scale that in real life would be 10 m high, and that makes existing roads and path dead-ends.
And a refugee camp was created on the other side of the fence.
Two societies come into existence, populated by the ‘haves’ and the ‘have nots’.
After the ‘Chinese Wall’ and the ‘Hardrian’s Wall’, modern society got to know the ‘Iron Curtain’, and became aware of the fences that separate Northern and Southern Korea. However, in 2024 the length of walls and fences that separate Israel from Palestine, the (U)SA from Mexico, and in several countries in Europe to impair crossing the borders for immigrants impossible stretch of thousands of kilometers…
All images and texts by Drager Meurtant, 2013 – 2024.
11 Saturday May 2024
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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
19 Friday Apr 2024
Posted in nature, natuur, outdoor, philosophy, poetry
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Once green leaves unfold
touched by light inevitable,
and the tumult of bulletins of war
is quenched by the streams
of food and fluids that trees use
to establish a firm dictate of spring,
then those with arms and bullets
are dislodged into an obscure abyss of
irrelevance and oblivion, from
which escape can only occur by
pushing by press agencies.
Other forces are minute and unheard
yet unstoppable, such as time
and the sequence of seasons,
the need felt by birds to sing
in spring.
And here and now
I must give way, since no words
can catch this inner drive to
flourish and to follow the laws
of nature.
The path we might follow
runs back in time, where the past
has taken firm position, in anger
fuelled by neglect and
by being overlooked.
Photos and text by Drager Meurtant, April 2024
30 Saturday Mar 2024
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.
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)
10 Sunday Mar 2024
Posted in art, assemblage, Dada, Decay, inside, kunst, photography, poetry, stones, street photography
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abandoned, art-with-a-mission, Dada, fotografie, History, kunst, leerfabriek, photography, poetry, poezie, travel
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.
With group of 12 photographers, we were allowed to search for good places to photograph.
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?!”
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: Even, / if the memory / of an empty room / with stone trestles, that once
all photos, texts & art (c) Drager Meurtant, 2014 – 2024
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