Night Phlox Art
Night, for me is the time to wonder in a dream, a
retreat from everyday errands and stink into the deep and dig out inspiration. I´ve
chosen a visual concept without using any form of text , only to left the
audience to dictate. Their eyes speak for them.
Taken from a few lines by a Russian poert,Boris
Paternak I picked up a few lines of: The Night Proceeds and dwindling:
The night proceeds and
dwindling
Prepare's the day's
rebirth.
An airman is ascending
Above the sleeping
earth.
And almost disappearing
In cloud, a tiny spark,
He now is like a
cross-stitch,
A midget laundry-mark.
Beneath him are strange
cities,
And heavy
traffic-lanes,
And night-clubs,
barracks, stokers,
And railways, stations,
trains.
The shadow of his
wing-span
Falls heavy on the
cloud.
Celestial bodies wander
Around him in a crowd.
And there, with
frightful listing
Through emptiness, away
Through unknown solar
systems
Revolves the Milky Way...