Bevrijdingsfestival May 5 2016

Dieter My husband and I had a lot to do in the last few weeks. We prepared our Gallery for a new exhibition about Freedom. Together with our friends KC61 we filled the place with beautiful art. 

We were mentioned on Facebook by the organization of the festival, so we had a lot of people who came to us. We have many poems hanging on the wall too. 

Ben Ali Libi

Op een lijst van artiesten in de oorlog vermoord

staat een naam, waarvan ik nog nooit had gehoord

dus keek ik er met verwondering naar

Ben Ali Libi: goochelaar

Met een lach en een smoes en een goocheldoos

en een alibi dat ie zorgvuldig koos

scharrelde hij zijn kost bij elkaar

Ben Ali Libi de goochelaar

Toen vonden de vrienden van de weduwe Rost

dat Nederland nodig moest worden verlost

van het wereldwijd Joods-Bolsjewistisch gevaar

zij bedoelden natuurlijk die goochelaar

Wie dikwijls een duif of een bloem had verstopt

kon zichzelf niet verstoppen toen er hard werd geklopt

een overval wagen stond al klaar

voor Ben Ali Libi de goochelaar

In 't concentratiekamp heeft hij toen misschien

zijn aardigste trucs nog eens laten zien

met een lach en een smoes, een misleidend gebaar

Ben Ali Libi de goochelaar

En altijd als ik een schreeuwer zie

met een alternatief voor de democratie

denk ik: jouw paradijs, hoeveel ruimte is daat

voor Ben Ali Libi de goochelaar

Voor Ben Ali Libi de kleine schlemiel

hij rustte in vrede, God hebbe zijn ziel.

Gedicht van Willem Wilmink

The mayor of our city Roermond Ms Donders, and many more of the city council came to visit and stayed a while. Best of all, the weather was soooo nice. especially our garden received much attention.

Many artist were and Mohammad Garruth a Musicien from Syrien played the UT and the flute. He fled Syrien Alleppo and now lives in the Netherlands with his wife and two small children.

All together around 60 people came. So a lot of work, tired but very happy.

The exhibition continues until May 15th.

I have another exhibition in a town nearby in Reuver I show 4 Textile quilts until the 12th. Jun in Woongoed two thousand. Also along with KC 61. I think I need a quick getaway.

Wallhanging with beads and hand quilting

My latest textile srt. Kantha stitching

Traveling

We visited a good friend of us today in Germany.
Everytime when we are together, we talk about some good days and the holidays we had.  Like us she loves traveling a lot.

We came home very late this evening and I still like to post for the blogchallenge and so I will post a poem which I made one day before 9/11  2001 and the Trade Center in New York was attackt and thousends of people killed. It is about Traveling.

Traveling around the world

Music touches my heart

Like waterdrops passing by

that calling sound.

It seems it never stops

no matter what age I am

Waiting for wonders in

a different land.

What do I want to see?

Nervous heart beat

Like drums far away

Getting louder every day

I‘v got to go my way

Following the sounds

 of traveling

Inspired by the music

of all differend kind

It does not matter where I go

I know, it will always be there.

Dreams of freedom 

dreams of love

nomore sorrow

Flying: here I go

higher and higher

music puls me up there

Almost afraid, where do I go

I slowly come down to the earth

My own wings closing till

I feel the save ground

of my own home town

Hope it will always be there

J.B.Lange

Some news from Las Vegas

It has been awhile to write for my blog, but ofcourse I am on  holiday and I want to be as much as possible with my love ones.

First we went to our very loved place "The District", a place which looks like a small village in France, with nice shops and very good food. Like the Fish restaurant "Kings Fish House" where ( as a tradition) we go together to have some oysters.

After that we  spent a few days in the  Hotel Casino "Aliante" not far from my daughters home. With swimming pools and different Theaters and Restaurants. We got a good rest after this long trip from Europe to the USA

                                          

                                                                                                     

view from our room

 Coming home again to my daughters place, I love to sit in her garden, but only very early in the morning, or in the evening. It is extreme hot this May, Some days over 100 F what is 35C !

The  Sound of Las Vegas for me, is the wind singing through the high palm trees. Lilac flowers and a hummingbird the sound of spoons and beads hanging on a cord.The kitchen near, water boiling for my tea. Lovely to be here.

Children's book

I wrote a children's book for the age 4 - 7 together with my friend Noelle Tulleners, who made the paintings. I worked them out in photoshop to fit the pages. "De regendruppel die geen plas wilde worden" A translation is very difficult, but is something like The raindrop who wanted to be by himself.

It starts like this: 

Dark clouds over the town. Sure it would soon rain. In the thickest black cloud which you've ever seen, even millions of raindrops were waiting until they could be released. They rejoiced to see the world finally and looked out to go dancing by the wild wind gusts and fall down to the earth.

Anyway the story goes, that the little raindrop is looking for a place to come down all alone instead to go with all the others. He looks down and finds an umbrella from a little girl and lets himself down.

                                                                                            

When she comes home, she put the umbrella in a box. After having tea with her mam, she goes outsite and play with her friends in the rain puddle pools. They all have a lot of fun and the little raindrop is angry that he is not ousite too and playing with the kids.

The sun seems by the window and takes along the little one on her sunjets high in the sky and put him down on a rainbow.

There the raindrop looks down on earth and say: Next time when I go down to earth again, I want to be with all the others and play together. No !! He never wanted to be alone again.

I also bind the book and sold a few in the Netherlands.

The translation in German is also done.

Birds singing

Oil Painting made by me Jacoba B.Lange

Birds singing their nightkiss songs for me      

krils trying to sing louder

Softly the warmth from the day covers me

Sitting here and listen to the songs 

of this evening with power.

Suddenly three birds fly high,

are loud screaming

something must have happened

in their tree, something,

but I don't know why

I could not see.

The darkness crawls up slowly,

but still very visible

and the last lines of sunshine

mixed with the darkness

of the evening sky.

Than like a last accord of a song

it suddenly stops.

Like they all know,

time to be quiet

time to let go.

Sitting here all alone,

my mind calm and relax

happy I heard this song

wondering what

I will be doing next

©Jacoba B.Lange (coby)

I wrote this poem in Florida Nokomes in 2002 while I was sitting in the lovely garden of our cousins Frank and Dora Foster

Small tanned book

Klein bruin boekje,
That is the title of a small Poetry book that I wrote my self. About two years ago I found on different note books, poetry in several languages that I had written now and then, and decided to make my own book. That was not so easy, I had to find out how that works. Opend some books, cut out the spine and looked how it was binded. After a few failures it worked out pritty nice. My book has a little story at the beginning and followed by 95 poems.

Here is one of them, it is called

Traveling

Traveling around the world

Music touches my heart

Like waterdrops passing by

that calling sound

It seems it never stops

no matter what age I am

waiting for wonders in

a different land

What do I want to see?

Nervous heart beat

like drums far away

getting louder every day

I've got to go my way

Following the sounds

of traveing

inspired by the music

of all different kind

It does not matter where i go

I know,it will always be there

By the way if You like to know more about this little book, please get in contact with me by mail

Gedachten

Gedachten.

mijn gedachten draaien weer rond

van het ene naar het andere

wat ga ik doen

wat heeft haast

ons familieboek

het kinderboek

de tassen

of het textiel kunstwerkje

opruimen of poetsen

koken of herstellen

piano spelen

het is te veel

veel te veel

alles kan

niets moet

maar toch

alles moet af

snel, sta op en begin

iets heb ik al gedaan

dit kleine gedicht geschreven.

Jacoba B.Lange 22-05-2010