Monday, 14 January 2013
Usually, (during digging) the attention is paid to the ground. People are interested in the emergence, removal or redirection of certain objects. The spade itself - as an intermediate part of an action becomes unnoticed. Anyone who carries the spade towards a pit, trench, grave or an orchard usually observes some blisters on hands or just a metal object that struck the blade, but not the spade. Its Presence (continually) escapes our attention…
What does the mediator of processes think about the ongoing? What relation does the spade bear to him? Does it have freedom of choice and opportunity to start a family or going on holidays? Does it dream about merging with the horizon line? Once caught in the position of Seed \ Embryo \ Cosmonaut in the darkness, in the initial launch point, in the soil, would the observer like to move from one position to another, from the horizontal to the vertical world? Is the spade going to become a tree and on its branches may not only work tool grow...? Perhaps in future, there will be birds and talking animals, merry floating and swings for children. By all means, the swings!
The Light divides into layers.
It looks like a rectangular pool. Without water. Bottomless.
Black squares: A groom's hat on horseback, Mingtang's burnt grass, a hatch in the engine room of the steamship, the Jewish Ghetto on the map of Lemberg, 1941…
There used to be the sea along time ago. Then other waves came.
Neighbours can remember neither the sea nor the Ghetto.
The snow had been falling for many years.
In that yard, similar to the football goal, there are plenty of dwellers:
a deer (gouache + acrylic) and old calendars, a portrait reproduction of Karl Marx in a heavy frame and ship's flags, patterns of carpets and propaganda posters on electrical engineering economy, frozen singers' faces, athletes, politicians and other ritual animals.
We all have equal rights. None of them is sorted out to a separate caste. None of them is worse nor better than the other…
And flowers. In the air. Numerous flower stands.
On a website for alternative tourists it has been written for some purpose about that place: "Yard-Museum of the USSR"…
Another attempt to bundle a natural phenomenon and the living into a box... into the square…
Yes, it is OF GREAT IMPORTANCE to remember.
But it is IMPORTANT not to get stuck in the painful points of the memory. One can not notice when the identification number tattooed on the arm appears... and a stock car with comfiness transports (endlessly long) towards a new deciphered concentration camp. As yet the mental one...
At some point, all the four corners are being smoothed to the circle.
The patient Earth becomes the sky and Light again.
Wednesday, 2 January 2013
As a rule, luggage at an airport or train station is transported on a small cart. In this case, instead of suitcases and bags a dog was standing on the cart.
What was the dog doing there, in the heart of the city, where there were neither rails nor longerons, neither trains nor planes, neither porters nor passengers ... without dualism?
The stream of people and in this current - a platform with the dog.
In the eyes of "man's best friend" one could not notice a passive doom of hand luggage. The dog’s paws were solid. Its posture looked as if it was a captain on the board. It was sure of the waves, the tailwind, the friendly breeze. In the hound’s eyes you could see READINESS to sail farther and to perceive.
It happened very quickly ... without thinking, I turned on my mobile phone camera and the "voyage" took only a little time ... running further seemed to be a bit unnatural. I stopped and gave the opportunity the "ship" to swim away towards the land of invisibility ... Giving a chance to invariant development ... and the freedom of possibility.
At home I tried to review the film in a more detailed way. A more conscious attempt to see what was happening. To observe the observer. Without any editing, corrections, and special processing of what was going on there. Without making shows!
"Navigation" flowed from one screen to another and turned out to be on the second one…
We saw that windows and passers-by ... the assemblage points and the points of view were gathering into the pixels ... new ledges appeared on the pixels, the crystals and the stairs that were integrating in their growth... dissolving into light trees of universe inflation... and all this "sea" of relatives was READY now to become something NEW... something more significant