Mirror

Landscapes of the Self

Whenever an artist in some way dissolves himself into a work of art and when afterwards he himself
disappears without a trace, then it's amazing poetry.

Who are you?

I do not know. I think it is for each of us exactly what is most difficult to know. A.Tarkovski

A walk through the world of self-discovery, wandering cycles, how to capture the baroque light of
the dusk, I find it in the Byzantine icons, like the flame of prayer, and it is in Chopin nocturne alike.
It's like watching the shore of the Danube and teach the magic of the area. Is the scene disturbed if
only a tree is crooked, if it disturbs or completes a baroque landscape?

The specific ratio of two sizes, the large Danube that runs invisibly and a tree captured in the fall, the
brilliance of the half-golden background celestial infinity.

Rembrandt Paysage avec un Pont de Pierre. Date de cration: 1636 to 1638. Period: Baroque
The mirror of the eye inverts landscape, how to reveal the evenigless day?

The coming of the kingdom of God is not something that can be observed, nor will people say, Here
it is, or There it is, because the kingdom of God is in your midst" (Luke. 17, 20, 21).

The days of the Son of Man have been called the that time, that will precede His coming, and which
will end His arrival - early eveningless. On the end of time and of all times. Time will end with the
completion of those phenomena which are marked: the time will be no more, when day and night
and morning and evening and weeks and months and years of life and be replaced by the date of the
Eternal.

I'm picking up a sketch of the eveningless days behind the eye brushes and paints of the soul,
"Fearful what to fathom." Modesty vision indulging in self eveningless pleasures of anticipation, a

foretaste of the more difficult, to freeze, headband, show and share in an Agape with beloved souls
on the threshold of eternity.
Paint-testify, paint-mimesis, paint and loving soul, a reflection of the soul and the meaning of the
color can be paint and mud. Mud is the early essence, the beginning of matter, the essence of the
crown of creation.

Two Nocturnes

1.
The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat.
It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect.
Is it a terrible thing to be lonely?

2.
The prairie tells us nothing unless the rain is willing.
It is a woman with thoughts of her own.
Is it a terrible thing to love too much?

He threw up ectoplasm on canvas and the painted spirit manifested absurdity to its contemporary
art. Today abstraction is no longer a map, a copy of the mirror or the concept. Not simulated over a
territory, a referential being or a substance. The simulation is based on the model which creates a
new world that has no real origin. In reality: hyperreality. The territory no longer precedes the map,
nor survives. Today the map precedes the territory - the business cycle - it creates the illusion of
territory. That would mean, if it were transferred to a story that slowly rotting remains of territory
by area map. Now here and there we discern remnants of reality, not the remnants of the map, and
not more in the deserts of the Empire, but our own.

Desolation of reality itself.

I walk the wasteland of reality and I bite the apple of eveningless days. I'm looking for pigments,
media, materials to describe what I know, because art, painting is like alchemy and creating an
encyclopaedia, the intermediate attempt to describe the indescribable. Absurd artists become
prophets in order to divide the apple [...]
"Art of alternatives not only comes from a single, precisely given the media because her own
intermediability gives more options for stepping out of all bounds."

I saw a star in the sky and not knowing that she was already dead.
I used to collect the gold dust in her desire to paint her epitaph.
So if you're coming from the sky! What planet are you?
A ray of light as it illuminates the mystery of his presence, and asked him suddenly:
- You, therefore, come from another planet? .
Light-writing, writing with light, golden and white, is reflected in gold, like the gold surface creates a
peaceful calm mystical utopian expression, he perished Narcissus?
"Narcissus" I'm talking seriously. It is not our task in this to get closer to one another, as they do not
meet even the sun and moon, of sea and land. The two of us, my dear friend, the sun and the moon,
we are sea and land. Our goal is not to be left with each other, but to know one another and to one
in the second, we learn to see and respect what the other is: our opposite and complement. "

I am striving to it that someone should mirrored in me, find oneself just like me , that we are One in
that eveningless landscape.

Agape Dinner of Love

It was dusk, gold is quietly pervading our silhouettes, we shared the eveningles days, although time
split, I watched it with them and shared in love through the mirror that I painted before its death;
Nocturnes were only our sense, Nocturnes were guarded by eveningless days.

Nocturne

I'm afraid of dead leaves.

I'm afraid grove
Solid rose.
I'm going to sleep
If you do not wake me up,
I leave to you
My cold heart.

What's that ringing

far away?
Wind in the windowpanes,
my love!

I offered you an adorned necklace

morning diamonds
Why are you leaving me
in this way?
If you go away,
My birds will cry
and green vines
will give the wine.
What's that ringing
far away?
Wind in the windowpanes,
my love?
You'll never know,
Sphinx of snow
how much I loved you
At dawn
when it is raining
and when the dry branches
fall nest.

Aleksej Daniel ermanovi

Literature
1. Andrei Tarkovsky, Sculpting in time
2. Scripture, the translation Djuro Danii and Vuk Karadi
3. Karl Sandberg, Two Nocturnes, in 1904.
4. Simulacres et simulation / Jean. Baudrillard. ISBN 86-7047-112-4. Jean Baudrillard. SIMULATIONS
AND SIMULATION
5. Antoine de Saint-Exupery. The Little Prince ISBN 978-0-8129-6717-3.
6 Herman Hesse, Narcissus and Goldmund, BIGZ - Belgrade 1985
7. Milena Dragicevic - ei, borders and maps - reply artists spirit of the times, Federico Garcia
Lorca, Nocturne, Gypsy Romansero, BIGZ. Belgrade in 1977.

New Banovci, June of 2014.