Place where lady hawk meets polar wolf – shaman diaries

Fractal Geometry

2012-02-05T06:57:00.000-08:00

I hope there is a a certain purpose in that web.
Something that is not given to me to see.

I can not see.

Creation

2012-02-01T06:54:00.000-08:00

"Then there was neither Aught nor Nought, no air no sky beyond.

What covered all? Where rested all? In watery gulf profound?

Nor death was then, nor deathlessness, nor change of night and day.

That one breathed calmly, self-sustained; nor else beyond it lay.

Gloom hid in gloom existed first - one sea, eluding view.

That One, a void in chaos wrapt, by inward fervour grew.

Within it first arose desire, the primal germ of mind,

Which nothing with existance links, as sages searching find.

The kindling ray that shot across the dark and drear abyss -

What is beneath? or high aloft? What bard can answer this?

There fecundating powers were found, and mighty forces strove -

A self-supporting mass beneath, and energy above.

Who knows, who ever told, from whence this vast creation rose?

No gods had then been born - who then can e'er the thruth disclose?

Whence sprang this world, and whether framed by hand divine or no -

Its Lord in heaven alone can tell, if even he can show."

Hymn of Creation

Period before of the Upanishads

One Little thing 2

2012-01-14T03:50:00.000-08:00

One Little Thing

2012-01-05T03:47:00.000-08:00

"All The Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
Layin' In The Sun,
Talkin' 'Bout The Things
They Woulda-Coulda-Shoulda Done...
But All Those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
All Ran Away And Hid
From One Little Did."

— Shel Silverstein, Cartoonist and Author (1930-1999)

...in between

2011-12-24T10:05:00.000-08:00

Sometimes I suspect will we succeed.
How will we enter.
And how will we get out.

And what if ...?

And than I quit.
It's no use.

All in good time.

Time

2011-12-05T10:39:00.000-08:00

A fool will lose tomorrow reaching back for yesterday...

Dreaming

2011-11-10T10:37:00.000-08:00

Simple

2011-11-07T02:30:00.000-08:00

"Three are the dwellings of the sons and daughters of Man. Thought, feeling and body.
When the three become one, you will say to this mountain "move" and the mountain
will move." — Kabbalah

TLV - BEG

2011-10-28T02:20:00.000-07:00

After the customs I'm taking my bag from him and dragging it to the ladies room.
There as fast as I can I'm going back in jeans, sneakers and jacket.
Combing hair.
I'm puting a cap.
I'm going out.

Two of them are waiting.
We are all tired.

On the bus to the town we're looking to Chinese church, farms, bleary day.
Silent.

We're back.
All of us.
Alive.

First flight

2011-10-15T02:17:00.000-07:00

Standard model - Nimbus 2000

It gets carried away a little, it has a bit sloppy propulsion, but it is right for me.

13

2011-10-03T01:01:00.000-07:00

However it may sing, mostly I love your way.

As you grow higher and higher.

Little and great.

New solar chart

2011-09-29T06:45:00.000-07:00

Life 5

2011-09-10T06:43:00.000-07:00

They were everywhere... whole summer.

Life 4

2011-08-17T10:23:00.000-07:00

...the fear of getting caught

but what if there were two
side by side in orbit...

No point

2011-08-06T13:31:00.000-07:00

loners

2011-07-27T07:06:00.000-07:00

I felt you that night.
I felt that you're looking for me and how you miss me.

Wait for me.
Please wait for me.

Japanism DOB Beograd july 2011.

2011-07-15T06:32:00.000-07:00

Eastern from China and western from America...

Regresion

2011-06-22T05:08:00.000-07:00

I needed lifes to incorporate Bushido kodex.

And I'll need lifes to get rid of it.

Life 3

2011-06-05T04:01:00.000-07:00

This Spring...

2011-05-11T03:01:00.000-07:00

...There's something magical in the air.

It could be Venus,
or just my heart singing.

Water Magic

2011-05-07T01:01:00.000-07:00

Life 2

2011-04-26T01:01:00.000-07:00

Life 1

2011-04-15T01:01:00.000-07:00

Dr. Emoto's Request for Assisting Japan

2011-03-31T06:44:00.000-07:00

This request came in mail yesterday. I had to post it here, because the situation is alarming.

To All People Around the World,

Please send your prayers of love and gratitude to water at
the nuclear plants in Fukushima, Japan!

By the massive earthquakes of Magnitude 9 and surreal
massive tsunamis, more than 10,000 people are still
missing…even now… It has been 16 days already since
the disaster happened. What makes it worse is that water
at the reactors of Fukushima Nuclear Plants started to
leak, and it’s contaminating the ocean, air and water
molecules of the surrou nding areas.

Human wisdom has not been able to do much to solve the
problem, but we are only trying to cool down the anger of
radioactive materials in the reactors by discharging water
to them.

Is there really nothing else to do?

I think there is. During over twenty year research of hado
measuring and water crystal photographic technology, I
have been witnessing that water can turn positive when
it receives pure vibration of human prayer no matter how
far away it is.

Energy formula of Albert Einstein, E=MC2 really means
that Energy = number of people and the square of people’s
consciousness.

Now is the time to understand the true meaning. Let us all join
the prayer ceremony as fellow citizens of the planet earth.

I would like to ask all people, not just in Japan, but all around
the world to please he lp us to find a way out the crisis of this
planet.

The prayer procedure is as follows...

Name of ceremony:
“Let’s send our thoughts of love and gratitude to all water
in the nuclear plants in Fukushima”

Day and Time:
March 31st, 2011 (Thursday)
12:00 noon in each time zone

Please say the following phrase:
“The water of Fukushima Nuclear Plant, we are sorry to
make you suffer. Please forgive us. We thank you, and
we love you.” Please say it aloud or in your mind.

Repeat it three times as you put your hands together in
a prayer position. Please offer your sincere prayer.

Thank you!

Sun Gazing

2011-03-21T09:07:00.000-07:00

Venezia

2011-03-04T01:01:00.000-08:00

We've made a deal.

He arrives from the mainland, from nothern side... Alone.
He doesn't have trained and disciplined cavalry, nor does he have killer weapons. Nothing ...
He only has precision and the clarity of spirit. Peace, that conquers and controls.
Man from north thinks that is the way.

I will attack from sea - southern side.
I carry passion and enough fire in my blood and stars that led me. People under my command are wild and fast.
At dawn, ships cramed with gunpowder shall begin another victorious campaign.
Although I'm woman - I can not make a mistake.
If I don't know anything else, strategy I know well.

Let the lion open his book.

Serenissima, the war is declared to you.

...the next day

I know...

Everyone who comes to Venice, wants to die right there.
That place insensibles and inspires at the same time.
At least, I don't want to think about Thomas Mann.
I'm thinking about morning light.
Flickery and incredible...

And how, for heavens sake, I can catch it?

I was always interested how would Leni Riefenstahl manage here. And how could her precize aesthetics clean the streets and people.
I imagine organized crew in armour vehicles arrives at dawn. The great Lady gives her orders fast and turns nervously to choose on which rooftops they'll place cameras.
...But there is no such place.

About Kaufman brothers... I can not even start to think without starting to laugh. Especialy, Dziga Vertov, he'll fail ill right away.
(Flaerty would sleep until his budget lasted.)
If it was impossible for Lady to find aesthetic purity here, Brothers would got depressed instantly. It's dead.
As long as you try, you can't make dynamic film about Venice... everything slows.

On the other hand, photograps "behave" just oposite.
History is pressuring on every side. And, any way you turn, you can't eliminate superfluous objects.
They push, punch each other.

In the middle of exposition I start to think about fluid mechanics.
I start to calculate history running out of stone sectionplane.
Water running out of water sectionplane.
Inner fluid energy increasment under pressure of March sky.
I know there has to be a relation, some function of formula function. It has to be differented, I think.
If it can't be solved by higher mathematics, perhaps it can by relative physics...
Or philosophy.
And than I smile again. But - inside of me. I don't want to cram the picture with one detail more.

So...Because it doesn't allow me to shoot it somehow (in a dynamics or static way), Venice starts to annoy me with thoughts of psichology.
How much all of us like fortyfied and protected cities, moisty cellars and trade money.
How do we become decadent and abnormal when we're rich.
...And other useless thoughts.
Right now, I have to stop... to think.
There's no serious strategy when "I want everything, and I want it now".
But in this strange place it seems there is no strategy at all.
As if someone on galaxy eons far from here, dreamed of a water town...
And it appeared, from that dream, right here.

With Venice, it's just like with woman, you can't force it.
I retire in shame. My battle ships still combust in harbour.

I'm opening the road for the man from north.
He can try.

...his day

Yes, he was wiser than me, the loud and insolent one.
Unpercieved, he had drawn into town...Not once, for thousand times.
He wandered careless through tourists. Interestingly he followed how tourist guides wave their umbrellas, he listened to unknown languagues that sounded like echo of Babilon...

He came in winter, through coldest rain, through hardest frost.
His bag touched every piece of Roman plaza.He knew disposition of the rail sleepers, time-table of bus arrivals, the station noise.

He drawn into indifferent streets.

He didn't think.
He just dreamed.

He sat on the stairs of the canal that leads to the sea and talked with old men about weather.
No, he didn't talk, he listened interestingly.
For the first time complete stranger carefully listened them.
He listened, didn't think.

He smiled kindly to the mask saleswoman of already finished carnival.
Interestingly he watched how the feathers and shining glow falls off from masks...
...Fat pigeons and even fater cats in arms of rich ladies.

Famous beauty in long fur coat and with golden chain around her ankle passed him. The whole harbour turned to see her and her newest escort.
He didn't.

Just then he saw heavenly gleam in between air and water.
He began to understand...

No one noticed when he started to steal the light.
But he did'n do just that.

...He started to steal the darkness, too.

Everbody knew him, that's why no one payed attention when he passed.
He was everywhere, so nobody saw him anymore.
He could quietly...

No, he didn't grab.
He took it bit by bit.
He stuffed little peaces of light under his jacket, they would give him strenght and warmth. Little peaces of silver flame, poisonous in great amounts.

A bit sticky peaces of darkness he left in his pockets.
Connected again - they were deadly to the potential attacker.
In minor amounts, they suited perfectly for hiding.

Certainly, he began to feal direct consequences.

Time lost its meaning. Time folding over happened.
It started suddenly. One morning on dock among tourists motor boats lonely galley appeared.
Beside him - no one else saw it.

Next time in plaza he met troop of soldiers. They looked as if they just missed Napoleon. He thought they're probably making some sort of historical film.
...Until he turned.

The whole space was cramed with mediaeval loads, persian vendors, mules and horses.
Tourists passed indifferently, as if they don't see that.
No one payed attention to noise, unbeareble smell and dust that whirled above them.

his steps

He wasn't afraid of time fold over.

The sight of the future was the one that had frozen him.
In silence and harmony, town was under the water.
Queer flying machines coming from the sky.
Tourists were in machines (naturally) - shooting the dead town.

And going away.

He knew that would happen some day.
But no so fast, he hoped... At least few hundred years more.
Hundred years more, fifty...

It's just like when you selfishly feel that you can possess someone when you love him.

It doesn't function like that.

...But little peaces of light didn't just poison him.
They also gave him a new glance.
When he met his reflection in Murano glass, he realized that his eyes got the color of the water, and the stone, and the sky above the town.

That there's magic floating through his eyes. Live and dead magic.

Little peaces od light and little peaces of darkness...

...Through his eyes.

(Photos by Primož Bizjak)

Tree 3

2011-02-18T06:50:00.000-08:00

And I'm opening my last bottle of opal glass,

there at the end of winter.

And everything is different in the woods, but here I am alive.

And now the pack follows me, although I don't want them.

Dozen of starving dogs, approaching me quietly,

they are puting their feet on me in an attempt to lick my face.

The man who passes tells me confused that they are dangerous, that they can attack, that I should watch over me.

I give him a nice, ladylike smile and stay in my own peace.

Wilderness is my need and I have my peace here.

Some wolves have never joined packs,

and that is why I leave, that is why I'm going further.

Winter is almost over, and an aggressive energy is running in the field.

And it will pass, as always everything passes,

until a new birth.

Scat Foxtrot With 7.9 mm Caliber

2011-02-05T01:28:00.000-08:00

Say love me, leave me, let me be lonely Near downtown I put the letter in the purse, change the buses... You won't believe me but I love you only On the square, the wind blows my white coat I'd rather be lonely than happy with somebody else and reveals a narrow black skirt just above the knees and fishnets. You might find the night-time the right time for kissing I'm hopeing to tango, Night-time is my time for just reminiscing but I know that Foxtrot, Slow Fox and English Waltz are waiting for me. Regretting instead of forgetting with somebody else Do not look for me on the Net. There'll be no one unless that someone is you I remember those days when we didn't know how to walk unless we're embraced. I intended to be independently blue Yeah, I want your love, don't wanna borrow I just put the letter in the purse. Have it today, to give back tomorrow Look into the mirror. Your love is my love There's no love for nobody else Just close my gmail. Say, love me or leave me and let me be lonely And I do not look at our old photos. You won't believe me but I love you only I'd rather be lonely than happy with somebody else I do not watch photos. You might find the night-time the right time for kissing There's no need. Night-time is my time for just reminiscing And don't remind me, Regretting instead of forgetting with somebody else it makes no sense anymore. There'll be no one unless that someone is you I became what I am. I intended to be independently blue I dance foxtrot, Say I want your love, don't wanna borrow because I dance on a given music of change. Have it today, to give back tomorrow And my life isn't yours for a long time. Your love is my love It's been almost twenty years. My love is your love, there's no love for nobody else...
I think it's time for you to get it over.

Tree 2

2011-01-20T01:01:00.000-08:00

When I opened the next opal glass bottle beside the fragrance of autumn,

I also felt very gentle note of remembrance.

... Days when Dark Master is coming to take me.

Days when he takes me in the woods and taughts me to walk again.

Days when we together are trying to forget hunger and war, freezing, sadness and misery.

Days when he tries to forgive me I married another man.

It is strange that the memory trace is still there in me.

It's strange for me who is able to delete very fast everything old.

Strange in the fragrance.

Somewhat confusing.

Am I becoming old, if I remember again?

Or some friendships, some loves can't be ever forgoten?

He calls, then appears at the door, then we walk.

We just walk.

Mohamed El-Sawy "We either live together, or we die together"

2011-01-14T11:15:00.000-08:00

I'm grateful and thankful to the Muslims of Egypt for their generous and courageous support and protection of Coptic Orthodox Christians during Christmas Eve.

I'm grateful for all the wonderful and brave people who acted as a human shields around the Coptic churches in order to protect Christians during the Christmas liturgy from repeated terrorist attacks that occurred several days earlier.

As a member of the Serbian people and as a member of the Serbian Orthodox Church your courage and your determination impressed me and touched my heart.

I'm thankful for my Muslim friends with whom I have learned that the essence of every religion is love ...and compassion.

God won ... again.

Thank you

Thank You

2010-12-31T06:35:00.000-08:00

Modeh ani lefonecho Melech chai v’kayam she’hechozarto bi neshmosi, b’chemlah rabbo emunosecho

Thank You for returning my soul to me.

Elokei neshomo she’nosatoh bi tehoreh hi, atoh boroso, atoh yotzarto, atoh nofachto bi, v’atoh meshamoro b’kirbi

My Lord, the soul which you have given within me is pure, You have created it, You have formed it, You have breathed it into me, and you preserve it within me.

Tree 1

2010-12-16T08:47:00.000-08:00

Rudolf Steiner claimed that we are trees turned upside down.

The roots are our heads, bodies are trunks, and arms and legs are the branches.

Everyone should have to guess where the flowers and fruits are.

And Krishna told Arjuna: It is said that there is an indestructible banjans tree whose roots facing upwards and branches down and whose leaves are the Vedic hymns. He who knows this tree is a connoisseur of the Vedas.

Since this tree is a reflection of real wood tree, it's exact copy; it all exists also in the spiritual world. Impersonalists take that Brahman is the root of material world, and from the roots, according to Sankhya philosophy, prakrti is created, Purus, three gunas, the five gross elements, then the ten senses, the mind, and so on. And in this way they share a tangible world to twenty-four elements.

And when I was small Toma told me that in Istanbul on the museum wall hangs a carpet, as Pirots type of carpet.
It is a tree, but it looks like people hung the carpet upside down by mistake.
Because ... branches are up and the crown is down.

But, surprisingly, they told him that's no error, that it should be so.
And so it is.

And so it is.

I remembered Rudolf and Krishna, and Toma ... in those days when the light was fragile ...

...precious.

And I took with me the small amber glass bottles to try to steal just a fraction,

only the scent.

The last moment of glow,

the one after which Venus will cross Via Combusta and get back to her husband in the underworld ...

Freedom

2010-12-11T06:55:00.000-08:00

Thousand days in your eyes are like a moment...

Fake it until you make it

2010-11-28T01:01:00.000-08:00

Maybe I should feel the void,

a some sort of sadness.

I am not of that kind.

I often carry you in my mind.

But I don't miss you.

Your blood is not my blood,

my milk is not your milk.

And I do not like to repeat myself.

I'm getting ready for the new.

The new passport, a new nationality.

There is no need to repeat myself.

Once I leave,

I'm gone forever.

Countess of Henan and the Grand-duchess of Chukotka and Northern Lands

2010-11-16T02:06:00.000-08:00

He came up to me.
Ran as soon as he saw me.

He's not very coordinated, he said it himself. But he is still trying with that man's persistence.

Somehow I know him, but I'm not sure. One look down, he does not wear shoes as the local guys here do. Another look a little more up, it's unusual, a shirt on him is not very common. It'll be more appropriate fashion in London City.
Look into his face, he is smiling.
Again, the way he does it isn't usual here. Somewhat naive, too openly, enthusiastically.

And I'm realizing who he is. I turn my head to the side that my eyes wouldn't show the truth.
We dance.

One of the three princes.
We dance.

My grandfather moved over Albania with his great-grandfather. He said that he was a great man.
And we have met.
We dance.

Standing at the door there are few of them. Not our guys, not those who I know, with whom I practice. Later I will realize they are an escort.
This is ... It's not my way.

But we dance.
And the next tango.

Discretely but with great style he bows and raise my hand in a gentle cavalier movement.
I do not think, do not plan, automatically I perform perfectly stylish ladies obeisance.

His eyes flash and the moment of excitement passes over his face.

Then he says goodbye and leaves.
Escort follows him.

Prince is traveling incognito.

Doing what I can

2010-11-01T12:36:00.000-07:00

Sometimes there is a certain feeling...
About some people, about some events.

But it's over.

It is over.

Meditation

2010-10-14T04:03:00.000-07:00

If ones tries to vanquish foes in the outer world,
They increase in greater measure.
If one conquers his Self-mind within,
All his foes soon disappear.

Milarepa

Could you find me?

2010-10-06T03:16:00.000-07:00

The Middle Way

2010-09-29T01:01:00.000-07:00

And when Avalokiteshvara saw
sorrow and misery in this world
He let two tears fall down
And those tears
became two Taras...

The green one

And the white one...

This year, all roads lead to Tibet.
And there in the Western Paradise of Buddha Amitabha one woman and one child are listening to some new and some old sounds.
We are learning.

Detour

2010-08-25T09:30:00.000-07:00

I go there after I do some of my paperwork and after I visit the market.
When the place is empty, during the day.

I take in my perfume.
And soupcon of estrogen.

I do not think.
Just take a glass of my favorite bitter soda, try something new, such as this poison made of menthol.
And do my internal accounting on small pieces of paper...

...while listening to their conversation about the second league in Israel.

I miss Tel Aviv.

Earthing

2010-08-04T02:05:00.000-07:00

I slept for a long time.
For hours.
For days.

I slept like I am dead, as I am the soil. Totally immobile. I just sank to the first conclusion of the eyelids and I haven't opened them for days.
I just sank to lower, to down, down...

Through the mineral wire all the way down there to the regional metamorphism.
Above me continental plates were moving, magma pulsed to the rhythm of the magnetic center, but I went even lower.
Tethys raised, I went down.

I dreamed of dolphins that leap from the ocean and spread wings. I dreamed about my teachers and their lives. I dreamed of naval battles and the desert. And as we go north and hunt. How we cut neck arteries of animals and how we cut off their bodies.

I've been through the archetypal images completely indifferent.
For some time I followed pulsation of my pineal gland, and then I shut down consciousness.

I slept horribly long.
As the soil.

This break was necessary.

Day by the river 3

2010-07-27T01:01:00.000-07:00

Day by the river 2

2010-07-23T01:01:00.000-07:00

Day by the river 1

2010-07-20T01:01:00.000-07:00

Coriolanus - making the movie 2010

2010-06-23T06:35:00.000-07:00

They are fog sellers, mist makers actually.

I love that job, especially when it turns to be the master's works.
It can be very influential ... in every way.

This story is rooted out there in the genes of each of us.

I didn't search for them, they have arrived one morning in my neighborhood.

And then that man noticed me. Actually the actors showed me to him.

Frankly, if Ralph Fiennes was there I'm sure I would have chased him to make photographs, and for others I really do not care.
Actors are expendable.

And in this sense, the man with a sharp tone addressed the question to me - whether I have permission to photograph.
With sharp tone back I asked him if he has a paper that says it is not allowed to make photographs in public places, and with a smile I said - stars are not my target, I just wanted to take pictures of this temporary camp.

And that was enough. A bit confused he withdrew.
(There are all kinds of fools, he surely thought.)

Our MOD wasn't thinking like me. And with the glass of well known painted water he had great conversation.
I do not regret.

I'm really more interested in what's behind the scenes, behind the illusion.

But the stars have fled when I went this route.
However, neither of them has an easy job.

However, in all those events there is an interest to us.
Now we can expect economic efflorescence, and all of our talents (and the Serbs are all "genuine" talents) can finally stand in corn and show their talents away from cheap payed reality shows.

No, I really think that the actors don't have an easy life.
If you ignore all the other magic of their craft, just the thought that they should use this toilet at night, that is, the stairs to and from it, says it all.

Uranus and Neptune, those are their astrological rulers.
Energy and illusion.

And I already miss them a bit ...

Kala Bhairava Ashtami

2010-06-03T07:25:00.000-07:00

Saturns 8. Moon on Jun 05. Saturday

In the sky is the vedic form Sakata (mobile) yoga from the relationship of the Moon in Aquarius and Jupiter in Pisces (attention, these are the sidereal positions) and Kubera yoga - opposition of Saturn and Jupiter.

Finances are the issue.

And Bhairava means fast-moving.

I love the fast-moving One and I love that male tough way.

The only question is - how hungry I am ...

0,02 Hz

2010-05-14T02:10:00.000-07:00

I feel you.
And than I let you lead me.

They say that in your dimension the main force is magneto-electric. And that anty-entrophy rules.

I love the feeling while you're here with me.

And I know nothing bad is going to happen to me.

People are afraid.

I'm watching...

I love when I feel you.

And when you show up.

...Too Strong

2010-04-22T05:37:00.000-07:00

I am focusing... right now.

A New Axon on the Synapse

2010-04-13T01:01:00.000-07:00

He said to me - Burn this into your mind...

"ANY IDEA THAT IS HELD IN THE MIND THAT IS EMPHASIZED, THAT IS EITHER FEARED OR REVERED, WILL BEGIN AT ONCE TO CLOTHE ITSELF IN THE MOST CONVENIENT AND APPROPRIATE PHYSICAL FORM AVAILABLE." Andrew Carnegie

And I did.

(Sa60Ma)180((Ur0Ju0Mo)60Ne)

...to make this place my place

2010-03-31T12:56:00.000-07:00

The Sovereign European Art Prize Shortlist Announcement

2010-03-20T00:22:00.000-07:00

An artist from Slovenia has been shortlisted for the 2009-10 Sovereign European Art Prize. Primoz Bizjak’s work ‘Calle Amparo n17, Madrid’ from the series ’Interiores Madrileño’ will be exhibited at the Barbican Centre in June, amongst the 29 other shortlisted artists’ works.

The general public are also invited to cast their votes from today online at www.sovereignartfoundation.com.

Courtesy of The Sovereign Art Foundation

The prize received a record number of entries, with artists nominated by art experts from over 30 European countries. The shortlist was selected by this year’s judges Sir Peter Blake (artist), Tim Marlow (White Cube), Philly Adams (Saatchi Gallery), Gavin Turk (artist), Robert Punkenkhofer (Art & Idea), Joseph Backstein (Moscow Biennale) and Nasser Azam (artist).
Not only did the entries show a strong return to painting, but as Robert Punkenhofer said “The more than 350 entries clearly documented the wonderful diversity and strength of Europe´s artistic scene. The prize will certainly raise the visibility of some of the most promising painters and photographers from the continent.”

The judges will decide the winner of the €25,000 first prize during the exhibition of the shortlisted works at the Barbican Centre which will be held from 9 – 20th June, 2010. The general public are also invited to cast their votes from today online at www.sovereignartfoundation.com. The artist with the most votes will win the public vote prize of €1,000.
All works, excluding the main prize winner, will be available to purchase at a gala auction dinner, offering collectors and members of the public the fantastic opportunity to buy works by these rising stars of contemporary art. Prices start from the affordable €400 to over €30,000. All proceeds will be split 50:50 between the Foundation and the artists. This year The Sovereign Art Foundation will use the funds raised to support the Barbican Centre Trust, helping them to continue their fantastic arts outreach programme in the London area.
Howard Bilton, Founder and Chairman of the Sovereign Art Foundation said “We are delighted by the strength of this year’s shortlist, for this our fourth European competition. We hope the auction will raise a significant sum to support the inspiring work of the Barbican Centre Trust. We invite everyone to go to the exhibition, and to support the artists by coming to the dinner or by placing an absentee bid on their favourite works by these critically acclaimed artists.”

Ends

For further information please contact: Rachael Hornsby on +44 207 389 0555 or by email rachael@sovereignartfoundation.com

Images

A full set of images of the short listed works are available from www.SovereignArtFoundation.com

For further information regarding images please contact Rachael Hornsby as above.

Notes for Editors

1. The thirty shortlisted artists are as follows:

Rinus Van de Velde Belgium, Michael Van den Abeele Belgium, Tomislav Čeranić Croatia, Damir Stojnić Croatia, Petr Dub Czech Republic, Maarit Murka Estonia, Katri Kuparinen Finland, Sophie Combes France, Gabriel Vormstein Germany. Pétur Thomsen Iceland, David Godbold Ireland, Oliver Comerford Ireland, Mirko Smerdel Italy, Valentina D'Amaro Italy, Piero Golia Italy, Kristaps Gelzis Latvia, Liga Purmale Latvia, Evelīna Deičmane Latvia, Eun Young Lee Netherlands, Primoz Bizjak Slovenia,
Marek Kvetán Slovakia, Javier Arce Bueno Spain, Gonzalo Puch Spain, Andreas Hagenbach Switzerland, Andrew Palmer United Kingdom, Nicolas Ruston United Kingdom, Daniel Baker United Kingdom, Uta Kogelsberger United Kingdom, David Birkin United Kingdom, Oliver Clegg United Kingdom

2. The Sovereign Art Foundation is a charity registered in Hong Kong and the UK. It was established in 2003 and runs the annual Sovereign Asian and European Art Prizes. The Prizes are visual arts competitions that aim to give recognition to the region's most exciting contemporary artists, bringing together the work of established and emerging artists. For more information visit: http://www.sovereignartfoundation.com/index.php

3. The Foundation was set up by Howard Bilton, a tax lawyer who turned his art-collecting hobby into what is now Asia’s largest art prize. Howard is also the chairman of The Sovereign Group.

4. The first Sovereign office opened in Gibraltar in 1987 and now has offices or agents in all the major offshore and onshore financial centres. This global reach enables them to provide international access from a local point of delivery.

Sovereign’s core business is setting up and managing tax-efficient structures to assist wealth management, foreign property ownership and cross-border business. In addition to high net worth individuals and their families, our clients include expatriates, entrepreneurs and businesses of all sizes. Sovereign also offers a wide range of services which are a natural adjunct to their main activity, including asset management, financing, specialist tax advice and credit cards.

5. The Barbican Centre is one of the world’s leading arts centres, founded and run by the City of London Corporation. It provides all the arts - music, theatre, dance, cinema, the visual arts and education - under one roof and one creative direction. For more information visit: www.barbican.org.uk

6. The Barbican Centre Trust is the charitable arm of the Barbican Centre, a UK registered charity, and is dedicated to raising funds in support of Barbican arts and creative learning.

For press information about The Sovereign Art Foundation and The Sovereign European Art Prize, contact: Rachael Hornsby, 020 7389 0555, rachael@sovereignartfoundation.com

For press information about the Barbican, contact: Lorna Gemmell, Communications Manager, Cross-Arts and Corporate, 07789 933 010, lorna.gemmell@barbican.org.uk

Arrivals and Departure_ Europe

2010-02-22T07:46:00.000-08:00

Ancona, Mole Vanvitelliana – February 18–May 9, 2010

PRESS RELEASE

From February 18 (opening at 6:00 p.m.) to May 9, 2010, 70 artists from 16 countries will exhibit their work at the Mole Vanvitelliana, an 18th century fortress on the water at the entrance of the historic port of Ancona. The exhibition, Arrivals and Departures_Europe represents communities that border the Mediterranean, or the countries of the Euro, considering it necessary and useful to create a sort of artistic map that also epistemologically redefines the geographic norms. These places are always a result of the layering of histories and cultures, which become states of mind and consciousness. The 150 works at the Mole, from Austria, Belgium, Cyprus, Finland, France, Germany, Greece, Ireland, Italy, Luxembourg, Malta, the Netherlands, Portugal, Slovakia, Slovenia, and Spain deliver a acute and tangible vision of the old continent, where the personal dialogue of the artists with geographical elements, and attention to identity and everyday life, show a clear and concrete indication of the contemporary.

Andrea Bruciati, who together with Walter Gasperoni curated the exhibition, points out in his catalog essay (SilvanaEditoriale) how “…the artists of this generation can return without any concern to using representation, because it is by now certain that referential content is not the subject of the work. In this decade marked by post-production it is obvious that representation can be used for something else. This becomes evident in every language and every media, be it in the elaboration of an object, as in the modified atlases by Etienne Chambaud, the assembly of video recorders, as in the short disintegrating piece by Haris Epaminonda, or the re-interpretation of design and painting, as in the delicate watercolors of Ulla von Brandenburg.”

The exhibition of Roberto Bua and Joan Martos, with its overlapping sounds and sequences of projected images, amalgamates without incorporating or schematizing the different languages used in sculpture, photography, painting, and installation. The heterogeneity of the creations outlines new boundaries for working. From television to the Internet, and local music to big city franchises, this is confirmed as the Europe of our time, in its original identity, living for the most part a globalized everyday life.

Artists: Michaël Aerts, Sonia Almeida, Vasco Aráujo, Athanasios Argianas, Micol Assaël, Rubén Ramos Balsa, Pedro Barateiro, Matteo Bergamasco, David Bestué, Michael Beutler, Erik Binder, Primož Bizjak, Ulla von Brandenburg, Benoît Broisat, Etienne Chambaud, Jan De Cock, Vaast Colson, Iris van Dongen, Björn Dahlem, Amie Dicke, Aleana Egan, Christian Eisenberger, Haris Epaminonda, Petra Feriancova, Gerson Bettencourt Ferreira, Andreas Fogarasi, Anna Galtarossa, Cyprien Gaillard, John Gerrard, Loris Greaud, Pieterjan Ginckels, Adriá Juliá, Leopold Kessler, Kitty Krauss, Marijn Van Kreij, Miki Leal, Liisa Lounila, Constantin Luser, Benoît Maire, Mark Mangion, Isabel Nolan, João Onofre, Jürgen Ots, Katie Holten, Christodoulos Panayiotou, Pablo Pijnappel, Sara Ramo, Aurora Reinhard, Jani Ruscica, Michael Sailstorfer, Yorgos Sapountzis, Raphaël Siboni, Jari Silomäki, Alexandre Singh, Ljudmilla Socci, Diamantis Sotiropoulos, Alberto Tadiello, Magda Tóthová, Dennis Tyfus, Luca Trevisani, Alexandros Tzannis, Joao Pedro Vale, Nico Vascellari, Fabien Verschaere, Johannes Vogl, Christoph Weber, Clemens von Wedemeyer, Guido van der Werve, Alexander Wolff.

Exhibition sponsored by: Regione Marche-Assessorato Politiche Giovanili-PogasMarche; - Presidenza Consiglio Ministri-POGAS-Ministeri Gioventù Sviluppo Economico; Provincia Ancona, Comune Ancona-Assessorato Cultura; Fondo Mole Vanvitelliana.

The Three-year Project has as its objective the investigation of the artistic expressions produced by the new Euro-Mediterranean generation. As with the first exhibition of 2008, Arrivals and Departure,s Italy, curated by Alberto Fiz, the selection of artists took into account their age, focusing on those less than 35.
Catalog-SilvanaEditoriale—The exhibition is accompanied by a bilingual catalog, with essays by Walter Gasperoni and Andrea Bruciati, a detailed iconographic section, the technical information about the work in the exhibition, artist statements, and curriculum vitae, curated by Eva Comuzzi.
Installation: Roberto Bua

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Written in the green granite

2010-02-16T01:01:00.000-08:00

There were three women.
And all three went pregnant in the same day.
Two boys and one girl.

Kumhba Mela takes place 8 times in one century. That is the moment when Jupiter sidericaly enters in Aquarius and Sun enters Aries.
That’s the moment when rivers of people flow to the waters of Gang.
When rivers of people enter in the river of change…

You know, Shiva went to the mountains and Parvati stayed alone.
And she was lonely.
So she took a piece of clay, made little doll on the Gang riverbank and breathed life into it.

That’s how Ganesha was born, her joy and grace. And her success and prosperity.
And right away she gave him bath there in the waters of this sacred river.

Parvati is Moon, and he is Jupiter.
Parvati thought from her child, enjoyed, amused herself…

And when I look back to that point of changes, I can see small curly girl messed with dirt and chocolate.
With plastic crown on her head.

And how I’m lifting her up in my arms and kissing her.
And how she embraces me.
And how everything is mine, all worlds, all dimensions, all knowledges.
In the kingdom where I am the queen I managed to embrace the light river of changes brought to me.

There were three women.
And only one of them got little girl.
Only one knew.
She dreamed lines written in Sanskrit on the wings of the white bird.
The teacher who announces her she’ll have a child.

You know random occurrence doesn’t exist. You know there weren’t none of them.
You know there’s no questions and no answers.

And after all this time
Sun never says to Earth
-You owe me.

And after all this time
Sun shines on Earth

And after all this time…

At Thursdays exactly at 8:00 fifth grade class enters its IT cabinet and while computers are switched on there’s noise from all over, and while all of them are checking their face accounts… one curly head will go right to the place where lady hawk and polar wolf are dreaming about Kailas mountain.

Turn your head to the window and look at the Sun.

And after all this time
Sun shines on Earth…

That is the operation of the Sun, all answers are placed in one piece of green granite.
That is the only alchemy, the only quantum physics, the only wisdom which is above all knowledge.
The Stone is in you, and you are Opus Magnum.

The pulse is born from Stone, from the Spirit of the World, Anima Mundi. From that point electromagnetic signal makes coherence with Earth’s field and Sun’s field.

And after all this time
Sun never says to Earth
-You owe me...

Parvati gave her love and gained knowledge in return… there on the sacred riverbank.
And one of three humbly bowed while the child with the crown on his head stood in front of her.
…While the child with the crown on his head manifested in her.

Our first cycle of Jupiter just finished and the next one begins.

And one of those three is grateful for everything she have learned.
One of those three humbly bows again…

…there on the bank of the river of change.

My resolution...

2010-02-14T01:23:00.000-08:00

...for the New Metal Tiger Lunar Year.

It'll look something like this:

Road to somewhere

2010-01-27T07:16:00.000-08:00

It took almost one year for me to get back to myself.
I hated this road.
And I needed some time to…
I don’t know, to forget traumatic experience and stop thinking about it.

But… that’s the point.
How fast can I get back in balance.
How fast can I free memory space from my phone, from my computer, from my brain.
How fast can I pull myself out.
How fast can I erase clutter informations.

It’s like that old Biblical story about Lots wife.
There’s no space for looking back.
There’s no room for memories.

And when everything is clean – new space appears.
For old friends from northwest and their new ideas.
That’s what roads are for.

Platform is made, all servers are in function, ports are opened, java is succeeded.
Main informational highway is passable.

Let’s go guys.
It’s action time again.

Connection

2009-12-27T03:57:00.000-08:00

To lead tenderness
through the reefs of pasion.

Touching the bodies,
attention and tension.

Pelvic bones,
the weight of womb,
worm, pleasent
weight.

Dream about soft folds
of skin,
about swell muscules,
and hot city day...

As usual

2009-12-11T06:25:00.000-08:00

We meet at our usual place.

And than I decide where we’re going further.

Day was warm.

Last day of fall.

Peaceful

…And quiet

Jamaican lesson no.2 – The Full Monty

2009-12-07T02:01:00.000-08:00

How can you expect the victory when for your dreams you have never went to war?

I’ll show you my battle scars.

There’s no regrets.
No thoughts about the past.
I just enter and take those vitamins.
And they keep me going.

There’s no regrets.
Plain thing called infusion along my road.
One hour of planning
The future

Ladies and gentlemen
you can always tell the mediocre among us…

They will live and die without the battle scars.

Jamaican lesson no.1 – self esteem

2009-12-05T01:50:00.000-08:00

Could I try with my will power?

...the rest of your life

2009-11-27T09:47:00.000-08:00

Just an ordinary morning when I woke up and looked from the window…

There are days when light is fragile

And there are faces enlightened within

And there is pure poetry in the woods

And certain kind of feeling

...when I run out of thoughts

This is my light hall

The roof looks different now

And new life is growing

…silently and with grace

The place where I spent my morning wing chun training

became the field of gold…

Steel claw

2009-11-24T02:50:00.000-08:00

I wake around 4.
I eat like a wolf.
I breathe like a wolf.
I move like a wolf.

At night I fill my pockets with tools.
And take care everything is secured from falling.
Then I leave.

It’s different… the way the metabolics of my energy is created.
I’m losing weight, but my mobility increases.

I balance, jump without the fear.
Without the fear…

Zero point

2009-11-21T03:29:00.000-08:00

In fact it began the night I went to the museums roof. There are fire stairs behind and of course no one watches from outside. And if there was someone it would have been the same. I’ve learnt how to be invisible.
I went right to the edge and watched the city lights.

There wasn’t the slightest idea I’m going to through myself down. Neither was the height appropriate to do the job as it should be done, neither that idea came to my head. I was just lonely.

The stars weren’t there in the sky, only Mars in background and a lot of heavy yellow city lights. I was feeling hurt.

I thought about myself, about the things happening to me, about the people I meet and how I don’t belong anywhere.
I through the whole year, I’ve spent very precious time on nothing, just on exercising, on plain balancing. And I wanted to go somewhere, anywhere. But at the same time I knew crystal clear I can’t run from me.

Than I turned with intention to go back when suddenly an idea jingled in my mind. I wanted to try to jump from higher to lower roof.

And in fact that’s how it began.

Kira

2009-11-18T11:19:00.000-08:00

It was long time ago.
And it was yesterday.

I danced with Him. And new story began.

I’m ill.
I was ill.
With no money and heartbroken.

But then I danced with Him.
And everything changed.

Wolf awakened in me.

Kala Bhairava 2 – 9. November

2009-11-02T03:33:00.000-08:00

We’ll dance again on Kailash top.
In those 8 nights of Moon phases transformation I’ll be whatever you want me to be.

In those 8 nights I’ll run with the dogs, play with the wolves, breath within you.

Hey Destroyer, it’s been so long.
To long…

...they call it the blues

2009-10-29T14:06:00.000-07:00

Avalon

2009-10-25T01:39:00.000-07:00

I was used for someone’s sick game.
And I was shown very clearly where my place is.

The only thing I can hope for is that God will have mercy upon his soul the moment I forgive him.

In those nights...

2009-10-10T10:46:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I just wish things will end fast and without pain.
But I'm always wrong.

It's just not fair.
It's not fair.

Fighting with lunatic.
Fighting with his madness.

Tired and lonely, that's what I am.

Shhh...

2009-09-29T01:15:00.000-07:00

Do and be done with me

2009-09-14T06:20:00.000-07:00

Let’s make a deal.
Can we?

If I promise I’ll celebrate you with every breath I take, with every dance I dance through the day, with every thought I have will you release me?

I’ll give you everything I have for that one tiny thing.
I ask for just one thing.

Give me back my heart.
My old empty and clean heart.

Running to stand still

2009-09-09T09:09:00.000-07:00

Soldier said to her she’s a kissy woman.
And I was quiet. I didn’t want to interrupt them. So I just passed.

But than the emptiness started to open in me and I felt fear of whole space of darkness inside.
Space so heavy to bear.
And I remembered, I really did. He said so many times - feel the pain. Feel the fucking pain!
I couldn’t.
I didn’t have a hiding place.
I didn’t have a thing to rely on. To feel protected.
I kept it inside.
And it destroyed me.

Such a miserable year full of infusions, of waiting, of sorrows.
I didn’t travel anywhere.
I didn’t dance.
I didn’t dream.
I didn’t smile.
Everywhere I turned someone asked me for money.
All the money I had I gave to pay the bills.

People went to concerts, to distant places, just out of town.
I had one way in the park and twenty boxes of medications and vitamins.
Such an incredibly miserable year.

Thank God it’ll be over soon.

Pretenders

2009-08-24T01:53:00.000-07:00

She waits for me every morning.
She waits patiently while I’m finishing my wing chung and breathing. Then I sit on the bench and she lies beneath my feet.
We enjoy the sunshine and those bird sounds.

When I walk home she walks beside me.
She wishes she’s my dog. And I wish the same.
But there are some situations we can not win.

She’s so proud to walk across the street with me and I am too.
Than we part.
Until the next morning.

AH1N1

2009-07-07T06:08:00.000-07:00

We move at night, going north and hunting buffalos and dears.
Smaller animals.. we catch them alive, cut their neck arteries and collect their blood in our sacred pots.

And then I wake up. It’s still dark outside and I’m still burning.
Burning for a minute before I start dreaming again.
About going north...

Guru

2009-06-17T11:11:00.000-07:00

I dreamed the same dream.
The dream I’ve dreamed years ago.

I’m walking through the small passages, through yards, behind walls. It’s night, very dark time just before the dawn. There are people, but no one sees me. And I’m going straight to the stairs which lead to the river.
There’s a man sitting and I know he’s waiting for me.
Waiting for me to appear in dawn time.

And I dreamed that again.
But this time I know the name of the river.
And this time I know how to be invisible, how to approach him.

I’ll just sit near him. He’ll turn his head and smile.
-I was waiting for you, he’ll say.
-I know, I’ll reply.
Then we’ll watch the Sun rise…

Next time I’ll know the place.
And I’ll be ready to go.

King of midnight

2009-06-14T01:33:00.000-07:00

He literally pushed me inside. I didn’t want to enter, I didn’t intend to stay. I just wanted to find dark and lonely place and kill myself.
But he pushed me inside.

We sat behind and there was this folks music, guy sang some old songs. I felt nervous and tired. Place was full of men, car mechanics types, full of alcohol and tobacco smoke.
And the moment my soda arrived he stud up and went away.
I hate him, I thought, I hate him and his stupid plans. And the fact I can not ever, ever have a moment of peace when he's around.

-I know you hate me right now, he said when he came back.
-Really?, I managed to put an artificial smile on my face.
-But you’re going to hate me even more in a few seconds, now he smiled back at me.

And I did.
And it was the same moment I found myself standing in front of those guys, with band behind me and microphone in my hand. God, they all stared at me and I was so frightened. And I knew just that one song… “King of midnight”.
So I’ve started to sing first lines.

He’s the song of my soul… and place went quiet.

It’s an awful song, I hate it.
Song about humiliation, loneliness…
It’s a great song.

He’s eyes are muddy waters…
And I can’t explain how but I’ve finally opened my heart and magic started.
Men were… I don’t know… distressed, out of balance. They looked at me and I could feel the same moment that everyone of them is going to stand up and embrace me.
To protect me.
Some of them had tears in their eyes.
I had tears in mine.
My heart was breaking… but I kept on singing.

The same way dying bird would sing.
And they went mad, all of them.

I wanted to see where he’s standing, but I felt so ashamed, so I looked somewhere in front of me.

The moment I finished the song, said “thank you” and gave microphone back to the band he grabbed my hand and pulled me outside.

And there, covered by dark night I cried my soul out.

-Did you really think I’ll let you fall ill because of some stupid guy… again?, he asked.

Years had passed since our friendship finished, but I’ve never thanked him for that night of my liberation.
Never.

And I should.

Mars return chart

2009-06-12T02:06:00.000-07:00

I have an extremely strong Mars.
Siderical position is in Aries, 8th house.
Tropical position the same as it is in transits today.

And I know the war is coming soon.
I just feel it.

Shiva is going to dance again.

Sun and Moon

2009-06-10T02:16:00.000-07:00

I thought it’ll be over sooner, but I was wrong.
Someone says something, things happen and all those memories return to me.
To haunt me.
And after that I just sink.

I thought it’ll be over sooner…

Waltz

2009-06-07T03:20:00.000-07:00

I just love that cheap white dress.
And those silver shoes which don’t match at all with it.

There in memories, in wishes, in fogs thousands years old, I can se one summer evening full of soft music somewhere by the river.
Golden box of chocolates and all those unimportant, but so important details.

And while I’m taking your hand, I actually see another one. But it doesn’t matter any more.
Grandpa, stand up and dance with me... please.

We’ll be dancing through the memories, through the halls, passages and streets, through the cities and continents, all places we liked so much way back then.
Through me you’ll see all those women who loved you and those who broke your heart.

And while the song lasts I’ll get you your strength back.
And while two angels from You Tube sing you’ll feel young again.

Battles we fought and lost, hopes we abandoned, our mixed tears it’ll all disappear into thin air.
Molecule by molecule.

If you just stand up.
And I know you will.

Basic posture

2009-06-04T07:40:00.000-07:00

It’s been long time since I’ve heard the story about the strange Chinese lady who teaches Qi Gong all of her life. When she turned out to be eighty she decided to stop eating so she could stay alive and continue her teachings about vital energies regulation. People say she’s 130 now, that she drinks only water and looks fantastic. And she is still an excellent teacher.
I believe in this story.

I’m not a teacher and my knowledge is very modest, but this is one thing I just had to show…

This is Qi Gong posture. It’s extremely useful for persons with peripheral circulations problems, and for blood vessels in general.
If your hands and feet are colder and darker than it’s usual this is ideal exercise for you.

This posture should be performed twice a day, morning and evening time. All you have to do is to just stand like that, and you should focus your eyes on one spot. Your breathing have to be calm and you have to try not to feel spasms in your hands and legs muscles.

Posture is performed for just 5 minutes in the beginning. And you’ll probably feel dizziness, weird feeling in your loins and groins, but these are all good signs. Your body starts to warm up and revives.

Week or two later you should perform this posture little bit longer until you manage to do it for one whole hour.

The most important is to keep your hands in proper position. Just realize that energy can flow as it should.

And another thing... Try to exercise outside, somewhere in woods or local park, in peaceful and quiet place, when it’s raining, snowing, doesn’t matter... Of course, you should find shady place little further from traffic.

This posture should be done every day. And once you start doing it keep on doing it.
Until you reach your 130.
Good luck.

Find a place

2009-06-03T06:49:00.000-07:00

Here in Belgrade (…Serbia, Europe) in the center of the city I have small and nice park. We call it Hyde park, but I wouldn’t be so certain concerning the name…
And there, just near the streets I have my personal hideaway, place for praying, mantras and exercise.
… And my strawberry fields.

This is my place.
I’m not an Feng Shui expert but there are some things I must say… It’s obvious that the tiger is stronger than dragon, but never the less I couldn’t find better spot. Turtle is behind my back as it should be.

And this is the roof.

There are also some red bugs I love to find on that spot and several ravens… But they weren’t in the mood for taking pictures that day.
…And dogs, and babies with parents, and joggers, kids… who knows what pops in front of me from time to time.

And when I come I’m calm, centered, focused on beauty and emptiness.

Find your place.
It must be somewhere near your heart.

New Beginning

2009-06-02T12:00:00.000-07:00

Hope I'll do better this time...