…only a background on our walk makes one’s rhythm fragment there through the space and time, as well as other ones…
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The story of quantum painting
Chapter The rhythm
Two cities Amsterdam and Dublin
Two cities,
Amsterdam and Dublin, the rhythm cast with two pulsing hearts like two different entities get their own way that’s to look and to live up; thus, you can find new spaces, new rhythms, new ideas and be up to creating your imagination and your own rhythm.
Too many streets have swum across my breath as yet
the rhythm Walking about Amsterdam and Dublin by bluenight
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City Rhythm
Walking about Amsterdam,
the streets is where you can gather new flavours, imaginations, which make you ride your dreams, torn up from every corner of words, of colours shut in the nuanced moments, and the sounds like the doors open up over other worlds.
it would be imagined in a new city, a new road as well
the rhythm Walking about Amsterdam and Dublin by bluenight
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Dublin,
Bluenight’s tale in verse
colours paint the sky,
your soul as well
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DEALING WITH THE DUBLIN STORIES
I am a Dubliner, Dublin, – blood, pride, and heart
Bluenight’s tale in verse
It is to change the rhythm at the touching of the clock. A river of glances will be met at the first beckoning of the break of day, and at sunset new colours come into being again.
the rhythm at the touching of the clock
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Probabilities in the Rhythm
Flavours and intensity move the clouds, on giving new sighs to the skin which breathes the breath of freedom, all that’s Dublin, and to dream. Two different cities to be lived, sung, walking in the rain of your dreams.
Amsterdam-Dublin January 2018
new words, about uttering, I think
the rhythm Walking about Amsterdam and Dublin by bluenight
01:29 January 29, 2018 in art BLUENIGHT
Walking about Amsterdam
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The Rhythmed Probabilities
Two cities, two probabilities where you can paint, meaning that you meet the probabilities from new forms, colours and sounds. So giving a probability to the artwork of existing. Breaking on through you maybe have lived something, and on other probabilities that still exist in places, spaces and feelings.
about being able to find my name
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17:44 January 24, 2018 in art BLUENIGHT
Two different cities
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PLACES TO EXPERIENCE IN THE CITY
I learnt a new concept such as the rhythm by walking along the Amsterdam streets.
Bluenight’s tale in verse
in the heart that pulses by breathing that’s something to be able to live in the open-ended time
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Walking in Rhythm
Walking along the creaking streets, the intermittent puffs of the breaths of the city, I understood the rhythm’s meaning, there to fathom the time and space about that certain segment of thought that flies away like the wind paints the sky.
Only that feeling of a new upcoming day. Other facts, the whole act comprises the scenes that will be creaking along your ears and painting your eyes, then settling gently in the mind. The rhythm always plays and plays all-life, the only sound broken on through the all-walk.
a dawn is going to come up, one night lives in us,
to mix up with each other, in flying
the rhythm Walking about Amsterdam and Dublin by bluenight
Now it’s up to you to listen to all that.
Bluenight’s tale in verse
Have a good walk.
01:29 January 29, 2018 in art BLUENIGHT
The rhythm always plays and plays all-life
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The Rhythm Wandering into the Big Sea Called Soul
SCRIBBLING
THE SEA
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IT’S ONLY A STORY
I know only that there are sighs, dreams, desires flowing in the walking of life. Like sounds break on through your glance it is to feel a breath in the night that says to you “my love”.
Words, therefore, weave into the days only to live the life, as moments drag into the mind like tears pour off just to remember your face, warm, that makes me paint the world, and listen, and to feel all that in every world corner.
Your flavour I keep in my heart and in my mind.
They are only thoughts telling a story lived, which flows along the blood, I don’t know, it’s only a story on this probability of life, but I am sure, as the words written, a colour is still over the space that paints the breath.
Bluenight’s tale in verse
of a pulsing that will fade away through the murmur of the sun
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SCRIBBLING
THE SEA
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The Rhythm of Storytelling
Rhythm Breaks on through New Dreams
The lost streets meeting one another again are anew to speaking about the old and new chapters of life. Pages quickly move non-stop, wanting the lights merely to be gathered up in all the softness of spaces. Pages quickly move non-stop, with the lights, merely they gather up in all of their soft spaces. The corners unexplored, yet told, spreading up with those unleashing stars, sighed stories on journeys riding the words, which spread into the air up to breathing all over again. The endless meetings look for new doors to open at dawn and to write new addresses down, as names and moans.
The wind blows again and now it’s time to go ahead.
giving the city a new shape and our up-coming footsteps a new day
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01:42 January 29, 2018 in art BLUENIGHT
Rhythm and Sound in Art
SCRIBBLING
THE SEA
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DUST
in a world corner,
around the half-lit dustlessness
lifted with footfalls,
a word was eager on its sound,
as an hourglass,
clinked with its grainlets along time,
a streetless fold was eager
on its name,
and inkless in a world corner,
where the dustness lets itself
shape into the wind
moved along that sound:
the dawn.
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SCRIBBLING
THE SEA
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Walking about Amsterdam, the Dreams Become Notes
AMSTERDAM 2017
THE RHYTHM
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The Artist as Researcher
PLACES INSIDE OTHER PLACES
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PLACELESSNESS
THE ARTIST AND HIS ART
the art of painting
ULYSSES
Finding the Rhythm in Art
SCRIBBLING
THE SEA
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BUSTLE-RHYTMED WINGS
engthening the ink of a past track-down word,
blackened by the night thrown in the river of the half-breed thoughts,
before moods meaningless for the day,
breaths get their shape
like an arcane-sign builder’s street
becomes highways for a madness,
a new one, anew at eyes,
old at sighs,
to lengthen the ink up to the better chalice of sharing;
the angels with their bustle-rhytmed wings send out sounds,
overlooking some feathers that,
gently scattered around the streets,
about some night untold, gather some ink,
by dragging themselves to write sighs of some breath,
until they load new words, a new night sign.
Lengthening, the ink.
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bustle-rhytmed wings lengthening the ink
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SCRIBBLING
THE SEA
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NEXT STOP
TO IMAGINE THE INK ON THE WALLS
SCRIBBLING THE SEA
BLUENIGHT THEORY
A POET,PAINTER,TRAVELLER, AND LIFE LOVER.
Bluenight’s tale in verse
cities meeting at
THE QUANTUM PAINTING
with time and space, gears behind The rhythm
TIME – SPACE – RHYTHM
COLOUR RHYTHM IN PAINTING
The Artist’s Painting Script
THE PLACE
an image came up;
a sound walked about the streets
– the unlighted alleys –
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π 3,141
ἐντόϛ
the rhythm the sounds take their rhythm with their spaces an incessant time of spaces, sounds, the streets overflowed with the rhythm
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BLUENIGHT’S SCREENPLAY
have a good journey
