ILLUMINARIUM3000/Art Vision Classic/ Circle of Light/
"Pure light"
Bolshoi Theater / Moscow 2015
Voice Actor- Valery Kuhareshin
Music- Zack Hemsey
КОМПАНИЯ "ILLUMINARIUM3000 НА «КРУГЕ СВЕТА» 2015 .
концептуальная работа " ЧИСТАЯ МАТЕРИЯ СВЕТА"
Московский Международный фестиваль в рамках конкурса
АРТ ВИЖН CLASSIC
голос : Валерий Кухарешин
музыка: Зак Хемсей
Most part of our life the light is hidden from us under the thick blind. Have you noticed? In the morning, we drop it opening our eyelids. Then open the curtains filling the room with objects and ourselves with energy.
Barriers, grilles, locks, traps are on every step of the way to the light, as if it is the major jewel in the bank vault of the Universe. However, the more we strain after it, the more we want to possess it.
Have you ever tried to realize what the light isby touch? Moreover, can you touch the ray? The answer is somewhere close. Indeed, the light is a wave. And the wave is made of particles, charge, impulse, as well as the building is made of bricks. Can something be collected from pure light? To use it as the construction material? Or as clay for the sculptor? What the colossus will we make shaking off the sparkling spatters from our hands?
The light is materialistic. It is compliant. It can be soft and frozen, cold and warm, sharp and diffuse. It rays in manageable ranks of photons can trace every chart, pour every cast, build every frame and skeleton.
The light is fingers of flame, solar prominences, Big Bang, by the momentum of which its sparkling particles are still flying with the speed of many thousands kilometers per hour being ahead of voice and thought. The light flares up explosively and, wherever it was born, it overreaches all the space with its dark corners. It flows the same in our souls.
But sometimes this light leaks out. And we see shine above the man. Esoteric will call it the pure vibe. Athlete – the shine of power and health. Believer – thenimbus.
The light has many faces. It can wound as the sword. Dazzle with sharp point for a moment or for eternity. But it can warm you up, lull, wrap and after disappear in calm twilight.
Above all, the light is the only that can color this world. All cats are grey at night: there would be no color without the light. Neither red, yellow, green, blue, nor purple…Bright and warm, joyful and lavish rainbow stripes. Neither a single one, nor all of them!
We are all the source of the light. We are the fire that flares up with the first breath. The more it pulses inside of us, the brighter the world reflects it in return.