FLOWERS OF HOPE ON “EQUINOX” AND “RADAR”
Art is our light of meaning on folds of life, on our way of being, sometimes light, sometimes deep dark. Our struggle of sense-making to our lives finds its place as art is an infinite source of light.
Art is our light of meaning on folds of life, on our way of being, sometimes light, sometimes deep dark. Our struggle of sense-making to our lives finds its place as art is an infinite source of light.
Art. A word that is strictly connected with freedom. Not being dependent on anything, anyone, searching only its own truth, trying to find a meaning only in itself. However strongly people, regimes, tyrants struggle to shape it according to their beliefs, ideas, it demands its independence, its own free will. It grows like flowers growing on stones, demolishing all outdated ideas and systems.
The film,of course, is a struggle to catch a glimpse of the artist’s mind, his turning his sorrow to works of art, the wounds becoming the healer. A drop of art in the eternity of nature and the nature of art.
Art is an everlasting spirit, never leaving us alone if we have it in our blood, deep down our soul. Colours, movements, sounds, words are in the artists’ daily life, always in his/her dreams and they ask for being chased incessantly, wherever our talent leads us to.
How unique it is to be sipping the ooze out of a world’s door left ajar that is infinitely bright. It is a quest to the worlds beyond what is seen and known. Knowing and ripening, ripening and knowing, not being able to know whether you are ripened or not, maybe just feeling.
Cherishing every moment, enjoying time passing as we move in it, watch it, listen to it, giving each moment the value it deserves because we are in it, we are with the time and space we live in. We will definitely come across with loss, feel pain for it, but the world in and around us is always ready to embrace us. As long as we feel it, we can always start again for better ends.
Being alive, feeling that you are alive is worth celebrating again and again. So youth is not limited, it is timeless, if you know the language of the heart, spiritual intoxication is given in the freshness of every day, the touch of the sun on the sea, the odour of nature, the colour of notes of beauty in our souls, sometimes with some tinge of pain because we are humans, but always in the blossom of life.
We are human beings, the mysterious creatures living in this awesome planet we call our home, cherishing us even we do not feel it all the time. Let us cherish it, with all its sunrises, sunsets, joys and sorrows and feel alive.
He paints pictures as some people write or make music to pour out their hearts, he is behind a curtain of dark loneliness.
“The Piano” that makes us travel to oceans inside us, invites us to think about our lives again, sets light to decide on our map, asks us to listen to our passion, inspires to send away everything that is suffocating us in this world full of undelightful things daring to be alone.