Sonja Hindkjaer. Artist
www.hindkjaer.com artist@hindkjaer.com
My art project has grown from a seed created during
the GA2004 I attended two years ago.
Several poems were written immediately under and after
the stay in Milan.
A link has generated into the present, where I have
made a picture in mixed media with the title “Whisper of a Poet”.
Out of this connection I have designed a glass box
where this picture will be transferred with lightproof colours to a
transparency placed inside the lid. In the box I will place 12 handwritten
poems with the title “Transcendental Moments” from Dec 2004.
There will be made only 12 such glass boxes.
At this conference I will bring one glass box and read
the twelve poems and by this make the bridge between the past, the present, and
the future.
‘Transcendental
Moments’
Magic
lantern
The flesh is mortal, but my dreams live forever.
Sorrow and love is a state of mind,
a sickness that can be overcome,
still they might leave scars to remember.
Long sleeves,
a cover up for the wounds of life,
but you crawl under the silk
to reveal what was not to be shown.
In your presence
I turn into a magic lantern
with shimmering lights,
we become beings of velvet radiation.
My darling, take me in a waltz,
hold my body tight,
let the touch of skin be my dress,
and your fingers my destiny.
Longing will become devastating,
sorrow a mountain troublesome to climb
hard to descend.
Happiness will be stronger than ever.
A
transcendental moment
There has been a flood of transcendental emotions.
Sensations of the body
like vast experiences of life
beyond the sky,
beyond the ground.
They go to you my heart, as a train of organic cells.
Adventures to be discovered, awaits for us in the blue
light.
The touch of hands conceives ideas not yet known to
the public.
As we caress them, they dissolve into ions of
fragmentary lights.
Lights we shall gather to create the tales
in immense globes from other spaces,
from other times not yet lived.
My darling take my hand and be lost forever.
The horizons disappears and we know of no limits,
the journey is stronger than life itself,
there is no end, no goal,
only the lights transforming with us
We dance on the waves of sound from non-existing
themes,
your body in mine, mine in yours
The fever becomes the normal state of mind
burning down the replica of earthy life.
It is a transcendental moment.
Pages from my sketchbook 14th and 22nd
of December 2004
