Pen & Chisel
When in my head a thought or an idea pops
The world around me surely now or later stops
Then perhaps my pen will find my waiting hand
And on paper blank a drop of ink may land
Or perhaps a chisel grabs and holds me tight
Waiting for a wooden mallet to strike it right
Pen or chisel — no matter the tool
It’s the journey towards expression that is cool
Pen or chisel — no matter what I hold
It’s all about the sculpted story being told
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Pen & Chisel
Pen & Chisel
is aboutMy Poems & My Sculptures
My work and life as a medical doctor have been a source of inspiration to write poems and to make sculptures. So have the places where I have lived and worked and the people I have met.
I was born in Belgium. At University, I met my future wife Kristien.
From 1992 till 1998, we both worked in Taung Community Hospital, a rural hospital in Bophuthatswana, a former homeland of South Africa.
In 2000, we moved to Alice Springs (Mparntwe), an outback town in the very heart of Australia. We have been working in a practice for Aboriginal patients ever since.
My native language is Flemish, but on my website you will find poems in different languages, because of who I am, where I come from and because of the places my life journey has taken me.
Koen De Decker - X/2024
This website was launched on 13/10/2024 - still under construction …
Poem & Sculpture
Poem
A
Poem
Never is
Yet gently wakes
Up in the reader’s
Mind and then subtly grows
Word after word after word
To become Beauty and Melody
Verse after verse after verse
To become Meaning and Truth
Bearing fruit and birthing hope
That with the last verse
The very last word
It briefly
May
B
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Sculpture
A Sculpture is. It simply is.
Suddenly in your eyes.
Total Impact.
Real. Realised. Materialised.
Out of any Material.
Complete Construct.
Touch. Finished.
Polished or not.
Taking up all space
And giving space
To the eye and the soul to
Deconstruct. Unpack.
Walk
Around
And
Explore
To travel back
With the sculptor
To when
And how
And why
It was
To become to
Be
