colors of the night - music and paintings

colors of the night by wschweizer

  

the aureate heart of the night

  

oriental night

new epoxy paintings

night crowd

wings of the night

Auf den Flügeln der Nacht

Auf den Flügeln der Nacht
reise ich
in die Magie des Loslassens
und werde
durch die Phantasie
an die Ufer der Leben getragen,
jenseits von dem Heute,
dem Jetzt, dem Irgendwo,
an denen sich eine Seele,
die das Tatsächliche
nicht mehr spüren möchte,
erholen kann.

Flora von Bistram, 2007
http://www.nachtfluege.de/



on the wings of the night
I am traveling
into the magic of letting go
and I am carried by imagination
to the shores of the lives
beyond today,
now, somewhere

where a soul, that doesn`t want to be faced with reality anymore,
can recreate.

translated by myself
better translations welcome!

more colors of the night paintings

 

the original drawing "colors of the night" was done 2007 with pens on paper. Now I made another version using a print of the older one as background. The painting was done with acrylic colors, gel pens and ink pens. Other materials: layers of epoxy resin, embossed aluminum and colored aluminum

letter size

the original of this painting was also done 2007. materials now: print, acrylic, pens, embossed aluminum and colored aluminum, Swarovski crystals, onyx, layers of epoxy resin

series colors of the night - Nachtlied (nocturne)

 

acrylic, pen, layers of epoxy resin, embossed metal, real gold flakes, glass gems, abalone shell parts, mirrors, CD parts on wood panel.
10.5 x 8 in

layers of epoxy were painted with acrylic colors and pens. Various things were embedded. In the photo you cannot see the diffraction of the light caused by the mirrors and CD parts, when you watch the painting from different angles.

Nachtlied by Georg Trakl

Des Unbewegten Odem. Ein Tiergesicht
Erstarrt vor Bläue, ihrer Heiligkeit.
Gewaltig ist das Schweigen im Stein;
Die Maske eines nächtlichen Vogels. Sanfter Dreiklang
Verklingt in einem. Elai! dein Antlitz
Beugt sich sprachlos über bläuliche Wasser.
O! ihr stillen Spiegel der Wahrheit.
An des Einsamen elfenbeinerner Schläfe
Erscheint der Abglanz gefallener Engel.

Nocturne by Georg Trakl
The life-breath of the unmoved. The face of an animal
Is paralyzed with blueness, of her holiness.
Mighty is the silence in stone;
The mask of a nocturnal bird. Gentle triad
Dies away into one. Elai! your countenance
Bends speechless over bluish waters.
O! you silent mirrors of truth.
On the ivory temple of the lonely
Appears the reflection of fallen angels.
translated by Daniel Morse
http://www.societyofcomposers.org/user/danielmorse.html

series colors of the night - correspondances

 acrylic,pens,epoxy,embossed aluminumand brass,mirrors, CD parts, glass gems, amber,onyx,aventurine, turquoise, Swarovsky crystals,acrylic gems
10.5 x 13 in

It has 4 layers of epoxy, on which I painted and put things. It looks 3 dimensional in real. The CD parts  produce a small prismatic effect.Almost the whole painting is underlayed with a mirror, which reflects the light from the back to the colors and makes them look metallic and shining through.

more of my artwork at
http://www.wolfgangschweizer.com

Correspondances
Charles Baudelaire
La Nature est un temple où de vivants piliers
Laissent parfois sortir de confuses paroles;
L'homme y passe à travers des forêts de symboles
Qui l'observent avec des regards familiers.

Comme de longs échos qui de loin se confondent
Dans une ténébreuse et profonde unité, Vaste comme la nuit et comme la clarté, Les parfums, les couleurs et les sons se répondent.

II est des parfums frais comme des chairs d'enfants, Doux comme les hautbois, verts comme les prairies, — Et d'autres, corrompus, riches et triomphants,
Ayant l'expansion des choses infinies, Comme l'ambre, le musc, le benjoin et l'encens, Qui chantent les transports de l'esprit et des sens.

Correspondences

Nature is a temple in which living pillars
Sometimes give voice to confused words;
Man passes there through forests of symbols
Which look at him with understanding eyes.

Like prolonged echoes mingling in the distance
In a deep and tenebrous unity, Vast as the dark of night and as the light of day, Perfumes, sounds, and colors correspond.

There are perfumes as cool as the flesh of children, Sweet as oboes, green as meadows
— And others are corrupt, and rich, triumphant,
With power to expand into infinity, Like amber and incense, musk, benzoin, That sing the ecstasy of the soul and senses.

—translation by William Aggeler 1954

Zusammenklang
Im Tempel der Natur, in Säulengängen,
Durch die oft Worte hallen, fremd, verwirrt,
Der Mensch durch einen Wald von Zeichen irrt,
Die mit vertrauten Blicken ihn bedrängen.

Wie weite Echo fern zusammenklingen
Zu einem einzgen feierlichen Schall,
Tief wie die Nacht, die Klarheit und das All,
So Düfte, Farben, Klänge sich verschlingen.

Denn es gibt Düfte, frisch wie Kinderwangen,
Süss wie Oboen, grün wie junges Laub,
Verderbte Düfte, üppige, voll Prangen,

Wie Weihrauch, Ambra, die zu uns im Staub
Den Atemzug des Unbegrenzten bringen
Und unsrer Seelen höchste Wonnen singen.

Enchanted Night

 

acrylic, pen, epoxy resin, embossed metal, various gems, enamel powder, pyrite and galss splinters on wood panel, 16 x 20 in

A big part of the painting is under a thick coat of epoxy resin, which you cannot really see in the photo.