Archive for August, 2007
August 31st, 2007
A truly visual spectacle LEVITY II was made by Alan Parkinson, architects-of-air and it is his fourth creation after Arcazaar, Ixilum and Amazozo.
This mind blowing architecture is handmade of special translucent plastic, which is thinner than 1 mm and the pressure of inflated air is keeping it on the place. The balloon Labyrinth consists of many multi colored eye catching halls and tunnels which were inspired by the Islamic architecture.
Beside the architecture, the laid back atmosphere in there is giving you an impression of orient. A kind of psychadelic orient.
The experience of light could not be described by words, it is magical, even the dreams are not coming closer.
Touring dates of Levity II are announced on architects-of-air.
Let photos speak for themselves.
August 31st, 2007
It was late summer night and I could not sleep. Was the full moon or was my mind full of thoughts, I do not know. Instead of tossing around in my bed, reading the book and trying to sleep, I decided to go for a night walk. I never walk alone but this time was different. I do not know why and I even do not want to know.
Although I like darkness, I prefer to feel it during the daylight. In fact, black is my favorite color, it is my personal color. I feel safe to be surrounded by the blackness, the darkness. Even my lifestyle is dedicated to that very color, black.
While I was fully awake, walking down the street, everything was surrounded by the darkness and silence. Pure silence and tranquility was walking with me. Alone. My thoughts were active as my heart beat was. I was full of inner noise, not knowing from where it comes.
Suddenly, I have noticed the light, the light at the night. It was the street light, which was sparkling, flashing through the dark night. And there I was, standing in front of it and staring at the lightening. I was fascinated by so much light, by so much beauty that was revealed in this moment. There was so much beauty in it, so much life, and so much reality. I was feeling that moment and realized that I am surrounded by that beauty.
Why are people constantly longing for a beauty of life, which is almost always related with the happiness, with artificial happiness, happiness that was created by our society?
We have created happiness, a meaning, a feeling of happiness and what it takes to be happy. We have set the definition and have learnt how to be happy. But why that kind of happiness does not work? Can a real happiness be only felt, after we have experienced a truly sadness? After we taste its bitterness? I don’t think so.
The beauty of life is waiting to be discovered, to be seen, to be felt and be aware.
Now, I am sure of myself.