Ether Wind / (V)Etar

Spiritual creating as a wind....
It presents one of 4 elements (air) in form of wind. It is actually part of our biger project - 4 elements presented with music and visual arts. Idea was to present it as architype element, but also as inside energy of human creation.
It makes on acustic sound of celthic harp, drums, vocal with synthetic and authentic timbre of keyboard and creates by transposing visual into music and then transposing to dance and then back into music - it closing circle. Used lyrics are of poetry writer Dejan Bogojevic.

Project was present on OKTOPUS - Stretch media art biennale in Belgrade on 3th December 2007 in Student Kultural Centre and on Windy festival in Gembeck in Germany together with German dance artist Barbara Küpser on 17th August 2008.

Boris Radivojkov - keyboard
Aleksandra Virovkic - vocal
Milos Manic - drums
Zeljka Milosevic - harp
Text: Dejan Bogojevic

Animation - Video Beam: Boris Radivojkov
Miontage: Zeljka Milosevic and Boris Radivojkov

Camera: Dragan Radevic
Photography: Milena Djordjevic

 

Ether Wind

“I am at the spring again.
I’m foaming in the depths.
Pale and dry. Flocks of sheep surround me.
Wind carries the sand all over the sky.
Water drops on a child’s face.
I am standing on the hill
Numb, I’m throwing stones.”

”We are walking barefoot through the desert.
We have threw caps behind,
bowed down to the sun
and headed for the end.
Sand is sliding down the fingers.
Spiral silhouettes are dancing.
Cactuses are white
Like the stomachs of fish.
Thorns on our tongues.”

Reddish horse
Is the guard of the hill.
Wind is churning up
Its mane.
Its glance is
Like a wild woman.”

“Wheels
are like heavenly choir
of good waves.
Wild rapture
With no shine.
Giant in the hardest fight.
The secret songs of the God
In the soul.
Birds and small parts of the sky
On a statue.”

“He walks down
the yellow street,
eats yellow bread
wears yellow hat
rides yellow bike”

Mortal list is the same.
A swallow hurries to meet us
And whispers yellow cove
To the wave.

Cigar-wheels
Cavalry
Squeaking of the door
Around midnight
And muffled calls

In the wind”

 

(V)Etar

"Ponovo sam na izvoru.
U dubinama penušam.
Bled i suv.
A oko mene stada.

Nebom vetar posipa pesak.
Kapi vode po licu deteta.
Stojim na bregu
bez glasa bacajući kamenje."

"Pustinjom idemo bosi.
Kape smo bacili iza nas.
Poklonismo se suncu i
kretosmo ka kraju.

Pesak klizi niz prste.
Plešu spiralne siluete.
Kaktusi se bele kao
trbusi riba.

Bodlje na jeziku."

"Stražari
crvenkasti
konj
na proplanku.
Vetar mu
talasa grivu.
Pogled mu kao
divlja žena."

 

"Točkovi
kao božanski hor
dobrih valova.
Bez sjaja
pomahnitao zanos.
Div u najtežoj borbi.
Tajne pesme
u duši božje.

Na kipu
ptice i
delić neba."

"On ide
žutom ulicom
I jede žuti hleb
nosi žuti šešir
vozi žutu biciklu
Ista smrtna lista

Lasta trči u susret
šapuće valu
uvalu žutu."

"Tompusi Točkovi
Konjica
škripa vrata oko ponoći
i prigušeno dozivanje.

U vetru.

Dejan Bogojevic