he was watching over the river on a strange and misty day

river (19)

she's still watching over the river

ASM

the circle in the ice at Meinerswijk

the ice

why would you stop wo(a)ndering?

Some shots of my pocket which I made last week while skating

river (17) the horses

river (16)

river (15) sky

river (14) the shape of winter

river (13) the ASM on a winter day

river (12) the old harbor of the ASM

river (11) the IJssellinie

river (10) ASM

 

river (9)

"I'm looking at the river. But I'm thinking of the sea"

Randy Newman had the Rhine on his mind when he wrote these words.

river (8)

river (7): facts are chains to the mind

remains of the IJssellinie, made in the early 1950's during the Cold War

river (6)

remains of the IIssellinie, made in the early 1950's during the Cold War

river (5) ASM

remains of the Arnhemsche Scheepsbouw Maatschappij

coming home

view from the John Frost bridge

river (4)

memorial at the John Frost bridge

river (3)

Meinerswijk

river (2)

river

the road to Maastricht in the first storm of the year

memories of another winter

January 2010

fallen angel

winter

December 2010

the changing city

behind Arnhem CS at Sonsbeekzijde

You can find more of this theme at ARNHEM CENTRAL

just a memory

February 2007

passing Utrecht in silence

exhibition in Emmerich

In the following weeks I will participate at the Annual Exhibition in Emmerich am Rhein (Germany) together with 17 other artists. I will show here three works of the series "gevonden gedicht" (found poem) and the accompanying book.
This exhibition runs from 4 December 2011 until 8 January 2012 and will be opened on 4 December 12.00
You can find more information at KUNSTVEREIN EMMERICH

the poem

gevonden gedicht by Hanneke Vermeulen | Make Your Own Book

Last week I finished my book "gevonden gedicht" (found poem). The houses in this book I photographed just before they were demolished. Because they were boarded up you only could look inside through little holes. This made them mysterious and therefore I was curious.
When I could go inside at last, I discovered that there was nearly nothing left in the houses. But after a while I opened a door of a little room and found a remaining poem...