Место где Свет. Ирина Виноградова

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.