The reflection
Filter and Sphere / Eye
The pupil
A letter
Geologic tree
Reflection and Spine, Lea Jazbec at the exhibition Essai (Y), 2012
The reflection
The illuminated - Thinking matter - the known;
Dovžan gorge in Slovenia is the place of realization of the Reflection. I went to the gorge to wash the mirror that was made and engraved by my grandfather, to wash it of views of my ancestors in the river and I recorded the video. After that I break the mirror with stone, and fill the hourglass with its contents. In the black bag, there are the remains of the mirror.
"Reflective matter of broken mirror...The reflection is thinking...
Time grows in two directions. Crystals are trying to become the pulse going in both directions between the distant past and the future. The distance of the extreme limits opens-outgrows the shape. The structure turns into a tree. The crown opens to the sky and the bottom of the hourglass is no longer the bottom of the time."
Fragments of the old are being lost in the past. Some are deducted and as shiny-thoughtful pulse they connect with the fragments of time in arrival through the body – the form of X of the tree.
A letter from my great-uncle writes about the distant roots and memories of his childhood, about the blurring trace of the past of my family and appeals to my mother for the further discovery. Arousing the curiosity to search on. On the other hand, he talks about the secrets hidden in the past which he does not come "to the bottom" of.
Dovžan gorge in Slovenia is the place of realization of the Reflection. I went to the gorge to wash the mirror that was made and engraved by my grandfather, to wash it of views of my ancestors in the river and I recorded the video. After that I break the mirror with stone, and fill the hourglass with its contents. In the black bag, there are the remains of the mirror.
"Reflective matter of broken mirror...The reflection is thinking...
Time grows in two directions. Crystals are trying to become the pulse going in both directions between the distant past and the future. The distance of the extreme limits opens-outgrows the shape. The structure turns into a tree. The crown opens to the sky and the bottom of the hourglass is no longer the bottom of the time."
Fragments of the old are being lost in the past. Some are deducted and as shiny-thoughtful pulse they connect with the fragments of time in arrival through the body – the form of X of the tree.
A letter from my great-uncle writes about the distant roots and memories of his childhood, about the blurring trace of the past of my family and appeals to my mother for the further discovery. Arousing the curiosity to search on. On the other hand, he talks about the secrets hidden in the past which he does not come "to the bottom" of.
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