Orbs, René van Helsdingen, Ramses van Veldhuisen, Mark E. Fuller
Song title: Orbs. They are said to be balls of light that show up in photographs and are believed to be guardian angels watching over us.
A digital animation of 22 flash photography images taken by Ramses van Veldhuisen. Music composed by Rene van Helsdingen. A poem by Mark Edward Fuller performed by vocalists Lain Barbier and Jane Proove. Music performed by the Helsdingen trio featuring: Rene van Helsdingen, piano; Ivan Gambini, drums; Giacomo Dominici, bass. Luluk Purwanto, violin/ voice; Teije ter Maat, saxophones; Mark Alban Lotz, flute. Helsdingen trio was recorded on November 21, 2021 at the Marzi Recording Studio, Riccione, Italy. Engineer Dani L. Marzi. Lain Barbier was recorded on June 3, 2022 at Studio Lain's place, Arnhem, the Netherlands. Teije ter Maat and Jane Proove were recorded respectively on June 1, 2022 and May 27, 2022 at Studio Theemsweg, Amsterdam, engineer: Efraim Trujillo. Luluk Purwanto was recorded in December 2022 at Luluk home studio, Munich, Germany. Mark Alban Lotz was recorded on May 28, 2022 at Mark's home studio, Zeist, The Netherlands. Final mixing and mastering at the Marzi Recording Studio, Riccione, Italy. Engineer: Dani L. Marzi. Video Editing and Animation: Rene van Helsdingen. Production: © Helsdingen Music 2023, Amsterdam, The Netherlands. This song is part of an album entitled: "The gift of life" to be released later this year.
An 'Orb' is an optical phenomenon resulting in typically circular artifacts on an image, due to the camera's flash being reflected from unfocused motes of dust, water droplets, or other particles in the air or water. Ramses perfected shooting in low-light scenes when the camera's flash is used.
Poem (Mark Edward Fuller)
poppies moving with the wind
atoms hurtling through space
harlequins cartwheeling across the grass
white dice tumbling onto the green baize
the lights flashing in a super computer
the lights firing in your brain
jewels around Cleopatra’s neck
an octopus blushing colour
surfers bursting into a crystal wave
it is sometimes good to be alive
tail lights in a traffic jam
a shiny red billiard ball
mist melting into droplets on an autumn morning
space: a hulking great nothingness