International Wind Art in Northern Hesse
wind art landscape
bewegter wind e.V. organises wind art festivals and offers for wind art and intercultural communication.
Wind is a symbol of spirit and communication in almost all cultures of the world.
"bewegter wind" stages wind art in this multifaceted landscape. Wind art is fleeting, can always be experienced anew and remains unfinished in a fascinating way. At various locations - in front of forests, high-altitude landscapes, lakes or quarries - objects are created that make the wind visible and allow it to merge with the art.
The international wind art festival takes place as a competition every two years at changing locations in the region. "bewegter wind" is a landscape exhibition with a supporting programme, art competition, artists' meeting, cultural exchange, exhibition tour and children's programme.
The 11th wind art festival "bewegter wind" took place from 13th-27th August, 2023 in Wolfhagen. We are looking forward to the 12th wind art festival from 17th-31st of August, 2025.
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Ralf Peters
Ralf Peters
„Wind Voices"
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Liebe Besucherin, lieber Besucher,
willkommen in der Stimm-Klang-Installation “WIND-Voices“! Der Künstler Ralf Peters (stimmfeld) hat zwölf stimmliche Interventionen aufgenommen und zusammengefügt, die Ihnen als Anregung dienen sollen, sich vor dem inneren Auge Winde vorzustellen. Fühlen Sie sich eingeladen, den Stimmklängen zuzuhören und Ihre Phantasie spielen zu lassen! Die Installation ist erst komplett, wenn Sie ihr Gehör schenken und die Winde in Ihrer Imagination entstehen lassen.
Hier der Link zur Soundcloud "Wind-Voices"
Die WIND-Voices sind Teil eines größeren Projektes, über das Sie unter https://wind-voice.blogspot.com/ mehr erfahren können.
"Not I not I but the Wind"
Stimmperformance mit dem Gedicht von D.H. Lawrence
Song of a Man Who has Come Through
Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!
A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me!
If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift!
If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed
By the fine, fine wind that takes its course through the chaos of the world
Like a fine, an exquisite chisel, a wedge-blade inserted;
If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge
Driven by invisible blows,
The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides.
Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul,
I would be a good fountain, a good well-head,
Would blur no whisper, spoil no expression.
What is the knocking?
What is the knocking at the door in the night?
It is somebody wants to do us harm.
No, no, it is the three strange angels.
Admit them, admit them.