Fantastic. Makes me think of Max Ernst

Thank you, Henry, that's a great compliment.

Prachtige fractal ,de kleuren, vormen en licht zo mooi, gedicht past er perfect bij.

Beautiful image and poem, though a bit sad in the end. I see the songbird in here, but I also see a powerful dragon =)

this is a very powerful upload. I needed an extra day or two to come to terms with what you wrote, and the image you created. (When you first posted this, I had only read your poems quickly. But this morning I read them carefully.)

The first songbird poem feels like a dance in honor of a young and innocent creature, who was "grey," but who perhaps was splendidly golden and glowing way down inside her soul. She imagines herself transcended to Paradise (where I assume she will suddenly burst forth with exquisite colors.) And she sings from the center of her heart, in great thanksgiving. I can see you as a child, singing this song, with divine thanksgiving for your connection to Paradise. I want to say, "Paradise: See this most devoted child, this songbird who sings to you. Hear her, raise up her song. (Lift up your heads, o ye gates...Heft uw hoofden op, gij poorten...and let the divine thanksgiving of this holy bird come in.).

But the second poem is extremely weighty. You begin in joy---ie, the fearless reverie of the bird. But then she flies to earth, and she is swept up in the images of our world (ja?) I mean, I see the "images on TV (de beelden op T.V.) as the images of life on earth. (If you were speaking of a specific event on TV, I don't know what that event was...so I'm reading this more as a general vision of life on earth.) She sees all this, and she loses her flight, her wings droop, and her song stops. (The Dutch---from my primitive translation---implies something even more poignant: Her wings droop, caught in her song---as if the song, conflicting with the events on earth, suddenly weighed her down, so her wings couldn't fly anymore. I hope I'm not wayyyyy wrong about that.) (Bevangen means something like "taken-over," right?) And after that, she was captured.

Given the feeling of your fractal, this is about a bird (or a child) who flies to earth---innocently---only to have her song captured and tossed to earth, her wings stopped, and be captured, herself. A very weighty, profound vision of how the world can deeply injure an innocent bird (or human child). I don't know if that's what you felt when you wrote this, but that's how it feels to me. A very powerful vision of childhood. (And your poems are filled with wonderful rhymes...)

And your fractal (which I viewed full size) is both beautiful and sinewy...but also it suggests, to me, a grand and opulent creature getting tangled in itself, while its wings---which are beautifully layered here---get tangled, and are suddenly unable to fly. The light behind the bird (in the fractal) may be from the divine, but the bird seems to be struggling to stay in mid air. She reflects your second poem, to my eyes. A powerful evocation of childnood (as I said above---I'm repeating myself!).

Your forms (in the fractal) are exquisite. Multiple layers of spun silk. And everything gets tangled in the middle of the image, creating a great 'weight' which seems to pull the bird downwards. But the sinews of the birds still fly, as they wave in the sky like beauteous sea plants undulating under water. This is a beautiful and very complex vision. One of your more powerful uploads in a while, to my eyes. Your fractal is amazingly complex and deep.

(I thought I'd comment on a few more of your pieces, today; but this piece used up all that time. To me, this is a very deep upload. More from me, soon!)