SAKURA Tribute to Japan
March 11, 2011: sudden and lethal, the big shadow fell upon the eastern coast of Japan. Earthquake, tsunami, nuclear disaster at the Fukushima power plant and then, the deadly radioactive fallout. Biting into the earth, the ocean, the air, and filtering into the bodies. We all know what happened - we all know what happened again. We astonishingly beheld the conflicting moods - and for months.
Admiration, emotion, misunderstanding, criticism, fear of the unavoidable global consequences and a strong desire to reverse the course of a non-sustainable and too costly development. Too many lives and too little future where we can feel at home on planet Earth. Parties of workers, engineers and technicians volunteered to enter the exploding burning jaws of the agonizing dragon, laying on the beach from which its radioactive blood was trickling into the sea. We were regarding them as the last noble living heroes -- we almost felt embarrassed in facing their sacrifice, going through this modern saga of which nobody knows the true finale. Because we are all living in it.
This video is a little poem turned into an image, a tribute to support Japan, making Art "the appropriate medium" to soothe some of the wounds festering on the soul of those who has suffered so much in these last few months -- those who have smiled facing the cameras and joining their hands as a sign of peace, many of them being old and having lost everything to the big shadow. A tribute also to all those disoriented and traumatized children holding each others hands, singing out loud in their shelters fitted out by volunteers.
The title of this work is Sakura (the cherry tree). Its aim and value lies in the sole purpose of being useful, just like a rose petal can be. We thought this a necessary act in the age where divinity and guardian spirits seem to leave our disappointing mankind behind, seeing we are so devoted to the temples of financial cult - to the point of forgetting our natural connections -- those links that put us all on a par as wardens of a living heart deep inside of us that finds its fertile soil in nature.
The beauty embodied in the moves of master Monique Arnaud sacred dance is immortal. Even through the most difficult circumstances, and the apparently merciless abandon -- when it really looks like the sky is falling on the earth smashing her up -- there is even more room for hope and an act of beauty. A beauty that is savage, perhaps, but a beauty that is allowed to ascend from the bottom of the emotional ocean. Even if the breath of life, blowing contrary to our plans, would lift all the petals of the best opportunities separating us from them; and even if the gods would turn their backs and make their way to their celestial homes on the tracks of those pink petals, one of those, at least, would refuse to do so. One single sakura responding to such an invocation could guide us to proceed on the road winding through the ruins and onto the right way into the heart.
Beauty is infectious! To dance in a balance among the concrete bones of the agonizing dragon can avoid to severe the primordial code of the dialogue we have with nature. To honour the form of this dialogue, is Art; to transform with care and respect such a form, it is the gift that this pink flower can still offer -- avoiding to abandon us here.
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TSUNAMI JAPANby sjorsioow1,228 views
Awersome!
Alexandesigner 3 days ago