I collaborated with "Nihon Rising" a Collaborative Art Project for Japan

Hi,

I'm pleased to share with you this video containing a splendid poem and 50 splendid artworks including mine for a collaborative art project named "Nihon Rising" concerning the Tsunami which devastated Japan this year.
The project has been initiated by the UK poet Gwylym Owen and the Japanese artist Kaoru Fukushima of Ihono Arts Group Gwylym Owen has very well explained his project on his blog .. just check and read please, here : http://plcolabs.blogspot.com/2011/11/nihon-rising_07.html
Gwylym is a wonderful poet with who I have collaborated offering him my photographs who inspired him wonderful poems. You can check them here : http://juancarloshernandezphotographe.blogspot.com/search/label/-OWEN%20Gwylym
Thanks for watching the video directly on YouTube and to share it with your friends on your social networks
Peace

Juan Carlos

"Into The Mystic", collaboration with poet Gwylym Owen ( & music of Van Morrison)

Hi there,

I'm glad to collaborate for a second time with the english poet Gwylym Owen.

I proposed him to wrote a poem inspired on this photograph I took in Barcelona (August 2010) and in a splendid song composed by Van Morrison "Into the Mystic". You will be able to listen this song activating the player below the Gwylym's prose.

I hope you will enjoy this new collaboration and I invite you to click here in order to see our other artistic collaboration.

Peace

INTO THE MYSTIC 

For the mystical mind fly's, into the oblivion of a souls eye

Trusting an unseen plan, being guided by the unknown

And now we fly, we fly on to, our grand destined land

Blinded by the light and obscured views, of constant truths

Showered rays in musical arrays and light waves

Lantern high and in the eye, of narrowed, certain pathways.

Heading toward the higher frequencies, resonates being

Now start seeing, looking out a window: No! It does not glow.

Now listen and look within your heart, be smart from the start.

Tuning, playing, tuning, playing, tuning bestowing.

Always walking toward the light, always mysterious in the plight.

Listen to thee, now let your mind see and let the glee run free

The mystery of mysteries, the souls key, the you and me.

by Gwylym Owen, February 2011

"Lost Moments", collaboration with poet Gwylym Owen (+ jazz music by Oliver Nelson)

Hi,

I contacted recently a poet from United Kingdom I appreciate a lot for a collaboration. I asked him to choose one of my photos and he has been inspired by the photograph below. Gwylym Owen offered me a splendid poem. Please visit his site in order to read other of his writings http://illiteratepoetry.blogspot.com/

And don't forget, to activate the youtube player (below the photo) reading the poem. I choosed a jazz tune called Stolen Moments by Oliver Nelson, a pure classic of jazz music.

Bye for now

Juan Carlos

Lost Moments 

Encased, within enveloping Time-Spatial Curves
Cosmic ray showers, fade as Muons decay
Swallowed whole, in that great ocean of sands
Likened to the silence, in-between Musical notes
Memory evokes such, wonderfully fond tales;
Cheap impersonations, that hardly fill the void;
Of stolen moments in, transitory Manifestation.
Hustle and bustle, tempered by the mild gentle wind.
Ebbing and flowing, toing and froing.
Untouched by even, the most severest, of frost.
A young boy never standing still, a childhood lost.
A moppet's memory, of scented meadows, freshly cut.
The way the scent fades, as the years pass.
Those treasured moments never seem to last.
Chasing them is a pointless and thankless task;
And as the Grand 'Ammon's horn', starts to stir and trip
On Neptune's vehicle in the high seas of the Hippocampus
Click, click, Clack, there's only one logical fact.
Steal your future back, Conjure up: 'Omnipresent Style',
Live, every waking instant, as if it were your last.
Fill all of those, pilfered Flashes, with moments; worth stealing.
Too busy fashioning, to look back, creating stolen moments;
That's the task, that will always last, this kind of trice is always nice.
So the choice is yours: Celebrate or Regret: "Stolen Moments."
Though - as you swoosh through; Fleeting, flashes;
Cherish and adore, as they do unfold,
For, surely this is the definition, of purest Gold.


copyright Gwylym Owen, 2011