T H E W I L D F I E LDS
PHOTOGRAPHY
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Verzasca Valley
Switzerland
2021-2022
At the moment I work often on this page. If you like you can see the updates from time to time. Ciao and hope to meet you at my exhibitions! Tessa
Don't forget about the Magic Don't forget about the Soul , Froda Waterfall 2021
I CLIMBED OVER MOUNTAINS
TO BRING YOU MY LOVE
What are people afraid of? Why are people afraid of love? Because love knows no middle measure. No consideration. No fear. People are afraid of love because love tells the truth. They do not want to know the truth. That is why you fear me. Because I am a mirror to you. And when you look in it, you see the love you didn't mean. Bigger than a marriage. And then, of course, you run away. I knew it from the beginning. And yet I had to go all this way. To show you the truth. Even though you will never believe me.
Waar zijn mensen bang voor? Waarom zijn mensen bang voor de liefde? Omdat liefde geen middelmatigheid kent. Geen overweging. Geen angst. Mensen zijn bang voor liefde omdat liefde de waarheid zegt. Ze willen de waarheid niet weten. Dat is waarom je mij vreest. Omdat ik een spiegel voor je ben. En als je er in kijkt, zie je de liefde die je niet bedoelde. Groter dan een huwelijk. En dan, natuurlijk, ga je weg. Ik wist het vanaf het begin. En toch moest ik deze hele weg afleggen. Om je de waarheid te tonen. Ook al zul je me nooit geloven.
TO BRING YOU MY LOVE
Why am I here? Give me power and let my light shine. Why am I here? In the deep mountains and the flow of the river Why am I here? Without music. Without your hands. Why am I here? I am afraid. Why do life and mountains separate us? Why have I travelled so much and yet everything remains unattainable? Why am I here? Why is everything so heavy? Why not the light? Why am I afraid? Why am I scared? Why does my body hurt? Why am I alone?
Waarom ben ik hier? Geef me kracht en laat mijn licht schijnen. Waarom ben ik hier? In de diepe bergen en de stroom van de rivier Waarom ben ik hier? Zonder muziek. Zonder je handen. Waarom ben ik hier? Ik ben bang. Waarom scheiden het leven en de bergen ons? Waarom heb ik zoveel gereisd en blijft alles onbereikbaar? Waarom ben ik hier? Waarom is alles zo zwaar? Waarom niet het licht? Waarom ben ik bang? Waarom ben ik bang? Waarom doet mijn buik pijn? Waarom ben ik alleen?
Mountaindreams, Frasco, 2021
Without Fear, Frasco, 2021
Drink my River Drink my Soul , 2021
Poem written during my walks in the mountains, 2022
YOU ARE MARRIED
My arms
My shoulders
My neck
My back
cold
cold
cold
I don't mind that
You are married
I wish you where here
I don't want to be here
I want to be here
Why am I here
Mijn armen
Mijn schouders
Mijn nek
Mijn rug
Kou
Kou
Kou
Het kan me niet schelen dat
You are married
I wish you where here
Ik wil hier niet zij
Ik wil hier wel zijn
Waarom ben im hier?
Cor Cordium, Heart of my Heart, Gordola, 2022
Drink my River, Drink my Soul, 2021
Drink my River, Drink my Soul, 2021
Make way for Love, 2021
SHOW ME THE SOURCE
Take me to the source
take me to love
take me to wisdom
where it flows
there where the light is
take me where I belong
there where I see
there where I know
Breng me bij de bron
breng me bij de liefde
breng me bij de wijsheid
daar waar het stroomt
daar waar het licht is
breng mij daar waar ik hoor
daar waar ik zie
daar waar ik weet
I AM HUMAN
I 'm not calm
I'm not strong
I'm not brave
I am human
Nothing more then human
Epilogue
Verzasca, Valley of Love Valley of Pain
Meta Knol art director of Museum De lakenhal in Leiden wrote me the text below:
If you want true passion, you need to be with Tessa de Swart (1984). She has no limits on expression. By shamelessly showing her own emotions she appeals to our own shame. Whoever looks at her work cannot suppress some embarrassment. Everything screams fragility and helplessnes. The need for salvation is great, but it is not fulfilled: "Hold me, free me, take me, drink me, trust me" can be read in her work. All the floodgates are open. Tessa de Swart scratches her cries on paper, chalks her longing on bridges and streets, writes away like a madwoman. She exaggerates, overwrites herself, eliminates herself, imposes herself. Temptation, the heart, the sea, the body, the pain, the hope, it all passes by. But you sense that it is a hopeless story, and that is what makes this work so poignant. Fortunately, her despair is of a touching honesty. And of a naivety that sometimes surmise some irony. Although she makes visual art, text seems to be the main conductor of her emotions. It is easy to unhook from this form of unbridled honesty, but let's not forget that she reveals a passion that is present in many, if not all of us, and that we generally manage to cover with a fine layer of outer cover. The work of Tessa de Swart is thereby also a recognizable ode to the human defect.
There are myriads of spirits to protect you., Love, Tessa
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