Место где Свет

Ирина Виноградова (2024)

Творчество — глоток свежего воздуха, открывающий дверь в рутине повседневности к источнику бесконечного познания себя и мира. Это нелёгкий путь принятия себя таким как есть — ищущим, пробующим, ошибающимся, несовершенным, но идущим и живущим, как чувствуешь, учась у мира многообразию красоты творения, чувству меры, цельности, единству, открытости. Веря в то, что всё получится, даже если и ни сразу, но ты всё равно будешь ближе на шаг к своей цели. Пусть и не возможно отобразить то, что хочешь на 100%, так как мерность мира и видения выше, чем «инструмент» отображения и ограниченность нашего мышления. А чувства вообще выходят за все мыслимые представления… Поиски средств выражения дают толчок выходить за рамки привычного Ошибка в творческом процессе, чаще всего — ключ к новому повороту, главное относится к процессу, как к игре. Все в этом мире проявление игры света и тени…. Лист белоснежной бумаги таит СТОЛЬКО несказанного!

The Place where the Light is

I close my eyes to see better.

Paul Gauguin

Where it’s simple, there are about a hundred angels, and where it’s tricky, there is not a single one.

Where there is no simplicity, there is emptiness.

Venerable Ambrose of Optina Any creativity is essentially a prayer.

All creativity is directed to the ear of the Almighty.

Joseph Brodsky

With gratitude to the Teachers!

…When you see the sunrise in the early morning, you watch in silence and the sunrise begins inside you too — this is prayer. When a bird is soaring in the sky, you are soaring in the sky and you forgot that you are apart — that is prayer. Wherever division disappears. Prayer arises. When you become one with existence, with the universal whole — that is prayer.

Prayer is the experience of resurrection, it is rebirth, it is the birth of a new vision… it is a new dimension, it is a new way of looking at things, it is a new way of life. Not something that you do; but something that you become. This state of being has nothing to do with the words that you utter in a temple, a mosque, or a church. It is a silent dialogue with existence.

This is attunement with the universal, with the whole… to come into harmony with the whole is prayer. This experience is great and limitless, and no precision is possible in it. It is indefinable; any definition is disproportionately small. Any definition conveys some part, but only a part.

Prayer as a bridge between a question and an answer, between a disciple and a master, between a seeker and a sought-after, between the closest, the closest and the most distant highest, between desire and fulfillment.

…This feeling of immeasurable gratitude and appreciation. You have the opportunity to be here in this world, in all its beauty, with all its trees and rivers, mountains and stars. In this amazing beauty you live, you pulsate with life. You didn’t deserve this opportunity. You received it as a gift. Prayer gives thanks for this gift of life. Just to breathe is such a joy! just to open your eyes — and see the green leaves! — or the chirping of birds, or the sounds of running water, or the silence of the night in its velvet darkness… Or sunset, or morning dawn… we did not deserve this! We received all this as a gift, but did not even express gratitude. OSHO

Sense is a subtle phenomenon. It is like the scent of a flower. You cannot catch it, touch it with your hands, but it exists, can you catch it or not, can you put it in the safe or not. It still exists!

How do you identify music? If you start defining it, it will be destroyed. Then there will be only an organized set of sounds, no more… A certain kind of noise, organized in such a way that it no longer seems like noise. Soothing noise. Pleasing to the ear. Is that all? Is there really nothing else in music? No, there is more to music than notes; something more than a complete collection of notes.

If we take this question further… then what is poetry? Just a bunch of words in a specific order? Not. It is something that happens when words are in a certain order — but more than a certain word order. This is not grammar, this is not language — it is something transcendental; something brought to life by words. Words give a reason for poetry to happen.

And it’s the same in music. Instruments, notes, sounds serve to bring about silence — which is music. Music is between two sounds. Poetry is between two words; everything that is alive and meaningful is between the lines… Never in the lines themselves — always between the lines; you need to learn to read in between, in gaps, in pauses.

It is the same in the presented works.

There are points

Reference points and ellipses

And something magical in between

How easy it is to put a point on paper

And how difficult it is to continue the line of life from points

An artist has to plunge into the multidimensionality and diversity of worlds in order to change himself, to help the observer of these works transform.

There are 3d pictures in which it is possible to see 3d figures, diffusing vision.

Here you have to scatter your attention, so that from between the lines”, the worlds can penetrate and change your point of view.

Enjoy your immersion in New Dimensions!

And the Creator created the Creation

and created the Creation of the Creator of the Creators

And there was darkness

And there was Light

And they became the tools of the Creator

And He took the darkness, like a pen

And filled it with Light, like paints

And He unfolded the Void, like a heavenly canvas

And He put a point of reference

And He led the Line of Life…

“I am a powerful fusion of Love and Power

I give LIGHT! I give the BLESSING!

The past is gone

The future has not yet arrived

There is only a point where the future meets the past

Time along the line of life flows from one point

Of the event to another

KON is a sacred circle, and its center is a DOT

An octave of notes, six petals, and a torus tied shell

The beginning of all beginnings

The universe is infinity

The harmony of worlds and eternity revolves around him

There was NOTHING

Met with NEVER

Became SOMETHING

IT was not yet Father or Matter

They created in the image and likeness

He became a Father

He had a Son

And the Son created in the image and likeness

And the Son became the Father

And he had a Son

Father’s Father became Grandfather

And the Son of the Son became the Grandson

Creator of creators, Father of worlds

Prayer keys no longer work

And to unlock the door of dreams

Freedom is the missing thing

And the mystery of symbols to comprehend

Sacred knowledge of the Human Kind

Our NATIVE language will reveal

Through the unity of the letter and the syllable

Fertility

The human race has multiplied

They lived in harmony with nature,

With comprehension of the subtle world structure

They followed the sacred path.

Lows of the universe, of stars and planets

The SPRING of Blessing shines

NATIVE SPIRITS looking into Reality

To the Gods from Rule Dimension to illuminate

Way

Out of NOTHING beyond infinity

and nowhere until eternity

The power of light springs from darkness

Illusions will melt, dreams will end

And there was a mistake

Creation of the world had the right to make a mistake

The world cannot be changed without it

Man, humanity — each of us — to the best of his ability, create and change the Universe, continuing his Rod.

And there was creation

The Creator and nothing else

He was everything — and nothing.

There was nothing outside of it, already due to the fact that there were no limits themselves.

SOMETHING has not yet become a creation.

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