Im Bann der Stille / In the spellbound of silence

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Wenn das Wälzen in persönlichen Problemen ein schlammiges Schlachtfeld kreiert hat, leuchtet Freude wie eine Morgensonne in die Szene. Dein delikates Mögen von kleinen Dingen, wie jenes, dass du überhaupt in der Lage bist, dein gespenstisches Schlachtfeld auch anders zu betrachten, oder das Wertschätzen von anderen kleinen Dingen, die dich gerade umgeben, entzündet in deinen Zellen kleine Leuchtfeuer. Dein Kummer wird von den Flammen der Bewunderung verzehrt. Aus der Asche deiner Sorgen hebt sich dein erneuertes Wesen an …

Wenn dich trübe Gedanken, verkleidet in fadenscheinig, glänzenden Kostümen, in die Kerker locken und du folgst dem allerkleinsten Keim der Freude, wie dem Glitzern im Libellenflügel und du achtest, auf welches noch so geringste Detail du deine köstlichste Aufmerksamkeit richtest, dann kommt Frieden mit langsamen, wie unter magischen Bann stehenden Bewegungen herein und verändert den Raum …

Wenn die Wolken in dir, sich zu einer ernsten, rigiden Person verdichten, vertraue auf den leisesten Ruf eines noch so entfernten Vogels, begrüße die alltäglichste Kleinigkeit, wie einen lange vermissten Freund, dann wettert das Leuchten wieder auf den magischen Feldern und es gibt nichts, das nicht davon ergriffen ist …

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When your turning over in personal concern has created a muddy battlefield, joy shines like a morning sun into the scene. Your delicate liking of little things, such as being able to look at your ghostly battlefield differently, or appreciating other little things that surround you, ignites little bonfires in your cells. Your grief is consumed by the flames of admiration. Out of the ashes of your cares, your renewed nature rises …

When murky thoughts, disguised in specious, shiny costumes, lure you into the dungeons, and you follow the very smallest germ of joy, like the sparkle in the dragonfly wing, and you pay delicious attention to the smallest detail at hand, then peace comes in with slow, magically spellbound movements and changes the whole space …

When the clouds within you, become a serious, rigid person, rely on the faintest call of a distant bird, greet the most common trifle, like a long-lost friend, then it shines again through the magic fields and there is nothing that is not affected by it …

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Author: Briant Rokyta

Briant Rokyta is an Austrian artist based in Vienna. He follows the principle of PERMANENT CREATION in performance, drawing, painting, writing and sculpting and in providing lectures and workshops. PERMANENT CREATION is another way of viewing the world. Not through the rational mind but through art, through being, which is constantly creating itself: Each moment is creation and oneself is intimate part of it. Human society is also changing, a new level of relatedness arises and the age of separation is sinking. I find it helpful and joyful to use art in such a way to support this process in favor of a world that is more beautiful, integrative and playful. The best way of doing so is to show this potential of art, in various garments and as a way of life together with fellow artists. For further information please check out: http://www.briantrokyta.com

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