The boys dreams were alive… he could feel them, they were real… the magic was still there, the man inside him that wanted to come was still out there, somewhere in the distance, still out there before the dawn and so, the dreams were still real. The Earth could speak and the tree’s would tell him stories, speaking to his heart. The Woodlands would tell him to come, to enter, to step softly on to the green, to lay down in the moistsure, to fear not the dark shadows… let us shelter you, it is okay. The ocean, The Underwater would whisper and the whisper would become a roar… the deep would call out and say, “I am eternal”, I am here to give you life… you are part of me and I am part of you… I will sustain you, you will sustain me… we are one. The Mountains, they would echo their sounds across the rock, the air would dance with the peaks… the towering cloud shapes would tell the boy, your dreams… they are your hope, your thoughts… they are your essence, your mind… it is one with your body… and your body is also the earth. We are in you and you in are us… we are from you and you are from us. Everything around you is yours… you can fly, you can soar… you can swim, you can walk. You can dream, you are free… you are us, and we are you.
This body of work from Daniel Gustav Cramer, The Trilogy, is the story of the human, the story of the boy, the story of the earth and the story of the elements. It is the ingredients that lie in the boy’s dreams, it is the magic and the notions of the eternal – it is the feeling in your soul that you get when you try to grasp at the deeper mysteries of existence. It is the questions that come… how can something always exist? What is something? What is nothing? What is forever? What came before the start? What is the start if there was always something? It is the story of existence itself and what it means to be. Through a giant square window, and through prints of epic proportion, a whisper is put forth and you can feel it. It resonates and you can hear the silence, you can sense the majesty and feel the time fade away, sharply and into obscurity. For time is nothing against the eternal… time itself simply ceases to exist, the eternal is pulled forth in its place. To do this, to create this feeling requires control and calculation… it is made from a very sensitive touch, to the undertones and the rhythym… to the elemental and to the pulse.
In the silence and the subtle, in the vastness and the complex… Daniel has brought something that is not a forest, not an ocean, not a mountain, not a landscape but instead, it is harmony, the eternal… the universal and it’s pulse.
You can read further about the work in the following list of essay’s…
“When is a landscape not a landscape? When its photographed by Daniel Gustav Cramer”
By Brian Dillon, Art Review, issue 13
“Deep Waters”
By Charles Darwent, Art Review, volume LXII, feature on ‘Underwater’ Daniel Gustav Cramer’s second solo exhibtion at domobaal gallery, March 2006
“Vapour, The Art of Daniel Gustav Cramer”
An extended essay by Jonathan Miles, to accompany ‘Woodland’ Daniel Gustav Cramer’s first solo exhibition, September 2004
You can explore Daniel’s site…
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