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Featured in VIBRATION IN ART AND VERSE. November 10th, 2010
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All the objects have been photographed by myself. Plane included. Ball made with Photoshop. I cherish it. Filters, blending modes. A heap amount of layers. Slowly….the moment has been born.
_I dedicate this work to Linaj and I am placing her soul in the little boat, that is being pushed by air and water, and cradled and nourished by the Rainbow reflection.
And… why? It has come to me like that, that is all.
She is related to the elements and the energy that they can gift the human beings with. She loves boating but she´d rather let her be pushed in foam and almost fly upon them….waves. She targets her desires against creatures of Life, and extract the sap of their invisible roots. She re-invents herself and feels free to show others her inventions. And She stands as unique and individual as this plane…with heavy appearance and unintentional targeting.
But you see….enclosed or not, the Light comes from within…and with violence. Have you ever noticed that?
Life is violence, clashing, bolting, passion and revolution…impregnated of a profound calm of something we cannot describe and just…from time to time thoroughly feel. That virtue is called…Love.
Rainbow….is “Light made Flesh”
The bewildering surprise of the elements creating a Reality that we cannot touch, but that is a promise of Eternal Life.
We all know that Eternal Life is a "conundrum"…or an utopia that has been placed upon our minds like a mirage, and the miracle is going on day by day, until in some specific instant..we stop, being what we are.
Is there someone certifying that we are not there any more?
Yes….but it is without substance, for the plentiful tears of the ones that are left after death has visited our dwellings, is not enough to satiate the Universe´s hunger for more Life.
In most of my pics..you can notice that the objects are looking to the right, as if coming from the past with determination to keep on going….This time, my Soul has broken the impossible Seed Egg of Light that was born within myself….within all of us, the very first moment of our engendering. And that is not meaning that my look is stated upon remembering… It symbolizes a honest look and action towards the origin, and the breaking off the image that so carefully we are all keeping inside about what and who we are_
We are boats, dark and flooding,
We are clouds, iced mass of reflective past.
We are impossible seas of subterranean tempests.
We are iron power, void and fire pushing.
We are alone…intense and floating,
We are coming when we are going,
and going to where….
no one has proven to have returned from.
We are faulty ….and strangely complete
We are the roots of the Paradise,
We are the promise of a swelling Earth,
children eating our Mother´s womb.
We are the ashes of some burnt star
still hissing in pain and pleasure.
We are…and the tongue falters when saying it
personalities of the Only One
And above…my fancies.
In spite of them….my fancies.
Sweet Rainbow….set free.
Without being able to touch it.
This poem is © Copyright Rosa Cobos 2010 . All rights reserved