“BETWEEN TWO DAWNS” – WHEELS AND WAYS
Actually humanly struggles, infallible principles can make everyone cherish light, if the things we do make the wheels turn.
Actually humanly struggles, infallible principles can make everyone cherish light, if the things we do make the wheels turn.
The resistance to evil until the end is a kind of hope which has its reward in itself. This film is a mirror to the darkness existing in all of us, the reflection of the scream of our consciousness, a gift for us, a never-to-be- forgotten masterpiece.
What would we do if we came across ourselves all of a sudden? Yes, we sometimes say things to ourselves but what if we see ourselves facing us? What would we say, would we want to say something, would we be scared and run away? Not like looking at the mirror to our reflection, the same of us that we can touch, as alive as we are. We, living in a parallel world, a parallel we. Are we really one and only?
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 It grows like flowers growing on stones, demolishing all outdated ideas and systems.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.