A Perfect Day, Elise...
2007

     A PERFECT DAY, ELISE...

 

     A vision that I am flying...    

   

What if we could, at least for a moment, escape from this world?... Is it even possible?... How?... And if there's no possibility of physical escape, is there at least a chance to set oneself free spiritually? To cleanse internally?

 

Delivered from the external world, trying to escape into pristine nature, we search for liberation and self-understanding. However, is this disconnecting from others and seeking asylum in solitude the way? 

 

They say that there are places on the tops of hills which are attributed a certain magical, spiritual force. This holy energy incites to take a step towards liberation – to dare to step out,... to jump,...   

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to separate oneself from all that is consumption and material. 

 

But can a spiritual experience really evoke a special type of levitation – a kind of elevation of the body and mind?

 

A girl's frailty and gentleness is tempted by passionate sensuality of an ecstatic surrendering; her face clearly expresses her being emotionally distracted from mysterious elevation and experience. Are we dreaming? The innocence and chastity of youngling Madonnas arouse the glow of radiant purity and harmony. We begin to float. Meanwhile, we inflect this verb (to float) in all its possible forms. A deep understanding causes unexpected tension and phantasmagoric experience. The sensitive age of adolescent immaculacy crosses the border of childhood with one foot and at the same time with the other enters the decade of adulthood. This transformational process is opened to sensory perceptivity and emotional sensibility; it eases from one state into another. Virgin impeccability and fragility deepen the threshold of sensitivity and awaken the essence of genuineness. Does a more perceptive age, catching these fleeting moments, exist? Personal experience of reality is truth, not illusion. Surrendering. We decide to leave this world: Do we soar off or fall?

 

“I had a dream that I was floating...”

 

 

 

text, © Tereza Vlčková

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