A dream of this world, a Maya, a Svarog, the illusion of light that makes us see beyond and towards the incomprehensible Print

The driving force behind any orb of light or knowledge is in our curiosity, the ability to wonder about the world around and the persistence to unravel, the why, behind every gear that moves the universe through time. Usually this mechanism starts with the imagination and this painting is starting the story of a Svarog, a Slavic supreme deity, who according to several sources is dreaming this world. It does not have an effect on particular event but is the all encompassing energy present in us all, it also controls all the other Gods of Slavic Pantheon. This untouchable, uncatchable energy is at the highest form of abstraction. It seems to me that the mysterious and abstract go hand in hand, always provoking us to invent the machine that will explain it. This machine started with the invention of a wheel, and proceeded through various ways of getting energy. Our consumption of energy is just expanding exponentially. Dyson’s sphere comes to mind with the fantastical idea that our technological humans will require more and more energy eventually encompassing the Sun with the mega structure that harvests massive amounts of energy capable of feeding the machines that feed the humans, thus making us invisible to the outside galaxies. Isn’t it interesting that the more light we absorb, the less visible we become to the outside observer. Someone far away looking at the signs of intelligent life from the future would see the patch of blackness that we are imprinting onto the sky. We constantly migrate our needs for energy from the body towards the mind and it is not only our biological minds, but also the technological mind, our baby Technium, or what we call artificial intelligence that will probably develop it’s own direction and purpose. Eventually it won’t be the lack of planet space but the lack of Sun that we will need to replace, migrate and probably overshadow another planetary system. But let’s go back to the planet Earth and the more poetical side of light, preserved in the orb of knowledge called music. I am in particular inspired through creation of this painting to look into the music of Delius. He took the branch of the road paved by Grieg and Wagner and developed the chromatic movements upwards into the sky of the souls. It was the plantation, nature and peacefulness of Florida that breathed the fire of inspiration towards Delius. He wanted to capture the most poetical feelings, the supreme bliss towards which Romantic period built it’s gravity. At the beginning I thought of Romantic period as manipulative, because it in effect used the feelings of humans (which in many cases are the result of chemical reactions) and thus prone to manipulation, but then I realized the feelings were just the tools to reach higher, and bypass the limited vision of just beauty. As Delius communicated through his music and otherwise inspired by the heavy philosophy of Nietzsche, “beauty comes through contemplation”.