Grupinäituse avamine "Tundmatuil vetel" @ Raplamaa Kaasaegse Kunsti Keskus 24.10.24 kl 18.00
Viited projektidele on fotode kirjelduses (vajuta fotole)
Väljavõte luulekogust "Rõõmustajad tumedas" (2022):
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Tuul
Iga kogemuse kohta saaks kirjutada lühiloo: tühjusest, universumist, meie planeedi algusest, eelajaloost ning tuua seoseid lähiajaloo ja meie tänapäeva elude vahel. Läheksin reisile isikliku eluloo kohtadesse, helidesse, tunnetesse, mõtetesse. Kodu algusesse. Kõik eelnev laotub minu ees laiali ja see on muutuv kogum. Pole mõtet mingit kogemust lõplikult kinnistada, sest ta muutub ja õpetab. Piisab sõnadest ja avanevad maailmad: loodus, ajalugu, sugulased, sünd, isiklik lugu, elukaaslane, lapse sünd, uus ring. Tähed taevas, tuul. Heledad majad, tumeroheline loodus, varjatud loomad. Soe veri, selged mõtted, puhas hingus.
2018
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Lahustudes
Lahustudes varjunditega, lahustudes öövalgusega,
rõõmustajad tumedas.
Pöörates end ümber, hirmu suunas, valu poole,
nähes elueitust, kurbust – rõõmustajad tumedas.
Helendades ja käest kinni hoides
valupõllu ees, samm edasi valu sisse, jätkuvalt hingates,
rõõmustajad tumedas.
Lahustudes
Lahustudes varjunditega, lahustudes öövalgusega,
rõõmustajad tumedas.
Pöörates end ümber, hirmu suunas, valu poole,
nähes elueitust, kurbust – rõõmustajad tumedas.
Helendades ja käest kinni hoides
valupõllu ees, samm edasi valu sisse, jätkuvalt hingates,
rõõmustajad tumedas.
2018
***From a poem "On the Frescoes of A Mind", 2007-2020:
Warmth runs through the air,
(to stand in the centre of this)
the sea turns green
(to stand in the centre of this)
noise evolves into music
(to stand in the centre of this)
as the grass dances, trees move as a wall of breath
(to stand in the centre of this)
no sorrow is able to silence it
(to stand in the centre of this)
an ancient place is reborn before my eyes are closed
in a form of a song elevating itself from lightness
as the devastated sufferer is now cleansed
(to stand in the centre of this)
and from the thoughts released one draws new ideas and walks new paths
(to stand in the centre of this)
and from the images blurred by the sun one harvests dead animal’s songs and a new breath
(to stand in the centre of this)
and from the troubled images of violence one finds dawn and tones of a new heartbeat
(somewhere inside of love)
to see, to smell, to think, to hear, to grow!
(somewhere inside of love)
we all drift, we all fall, we all glow!
The wind rises, as the sun, as the forest, enters my soul, glowing.
2007-2020
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Warmth runs through the air,
(to stand in the centre of this)
the sea turns green
(to stand in the centre of this)
noise evolves into music
(to stand in the centre of this)
as the grass dances, trees move as a wall of breath
(to stand in the centre of this)
no sorrow is able to silence it
(to stand in the centre of this)
an ancient place is reborn before my eyes are closed
in a form of a song elevating itself from lightness
as the devastated sufferer is now cleansed
(to stand in the centre of this)
and from the thoughts released one draws new ideas and walks new paths
(to stand in the centre of this)
and from the images blurred by the sun one harvests dead animal’s songs and a new breath
(to stand in the centre of this)
and from the troubled images of violence one finds dawn and tones of a new heartbeat
(somewhere inside of love)
to see, to smell, to think, to hear, to grow!
(somewhere inside of love)
we all drift, we all fall, we all glow!
The wind rises, as the sun, as the forest, enters my soul, glowing.
2007-2020
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