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Место где Свет

Виноградова Ирина

The Place where the Light is

I close my eyes to see better.

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

Venerable Ambrose of Optina Any creativity is essentially a prayer.

All creativity is directed to the ear of the Almighty.

…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 ru

Sense is a subtle phenomenon. It is like the scent of a flower. You ca

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 pointsReference points and ellipsesAnd something magical in betweenHow easy it is to put a point on paperAnd 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 Creationand created the Creation of the Creator of the CreatorsAnd there was darknessAnd there was LightAnd they became the tools of the CreatorAnd He took the darkness, like a penAnd filled it with Light, like paintsAnd He unfolded the Void, like a heavenly canvasAnd He put a point of referenceAnd He led the Line of Life…“I am a powerful fusion of Love and PowerI give LIGHT! I give the BLESSING!The past is goneThe future has not yet arrivedThere is only a point where the future meets the pastTime along the line of life flows from one pointOf the event to anotherKON is a sacred circle, and its center is a DOTAn octave of notes, six petals, and a torus tied shellThe begi

The human race has multipliedThey lived in harmony with nature,With comprehension of the subtle world structureThey followed the sacred path.Lows of the universe, of stars and planetsThe SPRING of Blessing shinesNATIVE SPIRITS looking into RealityTo the Gods from Rule Dimension to illuminateWayOut of NOTHING beyond infinityand nowhere until eternityThe power of light springs from darknessIllusions will melt, dreams will endAnd there was a mistakeCreation of the world had the right to make a mistakeThe world ca

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

The Creator and nothing elseHe was everything – and nothing.

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