Anxiety
‘Anxiety' - When anxiety creeps in and the inner comes out. The short film was shot at the Reykjavík Art Museum in the exhibition space created by Baldvin Einarsson 'Openings'.
Hurt
‘Hurt' the short film is a story about the beautiful dance of relationship, trust and betrayal, feelings and beliefs, the tragedy of chance, change and risk that naturally destroy and bring friable soil to the unknown anew.
Flower Dance
“Life is self discovery through movement, dance is the pure expression of the sound of life.” Luviama
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‘Seed’
From the deep unknown
The sound was born.
Is it chance?
Or is it faith?
From the depth of the land,
A miracle to understand.
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From the spring of life
To the ocean of death.
There is no sense
Since there is.
The grandeur of deed
May come in need,
For the connection
Of the direction.
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Blossom and thrive
For meaning to arrive.
Nonsensical quest
So you come to rest.
Seduce to surrender
For nature to remember.
Again and again
In circles refrain.
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Dive in the centre
To expand the intender.
For all is barren
And all is fertile.
Unlimited state of thy ye!
Garden of Eden
'In Paradise and Hell, Together we stand Alone'
Fed by underground sources of living waters,
The enclosed paradise blossoms and thrives,
Self generating and contained.
No herb is more or less divine than the other,
They all become from the unconscious source.
One among trillions of expressions of the Whole,
An infinite spectrum of nuances emerged from One.
Unus Mundus
A journey is a spiral to the center of the circle and outwards.
In search of truth, I venture on the ladder of opposites to get to know it’s core.
There is no gender in the circle, but it includes and is beyond male and female.
I long to taste the flavour of them both and go farther into the middle.
I spiral out of this circle.
Oh, what a change, it’s another circle!
I want to know it’s inside,
So I spiral again, up and down, left and right.
The thrill of the unknown becoming known tosses me about and swirls me into another circle.
So strange and new is this to me and yet all so familiar.
I expand and contract,
Woe, this pain is puzzling me!
Evolution from involution?
So remarkable this timeless vortex.
And so I drift from circle to circle admiring their infinite perfection,
Spinning eternally in the creation of the self.
by Luviama
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'God is a circle whose centre is everywhere and whose circumference is nowhere' (Hermes Trismegistus)
Medusa
Medusa - A stolen innocence.
Unsought events in our lives (the rape) swipe us from our innocent view of the known world into the new and unexplored realms of the brutal truth, which transforms us from mere victims into wise and mighty beings. The serpents locks which she acquired serve as protection, her Aegis Pallas. Spurious men petrify at her sight, at the sight of truth. She is now an outcast, no longer fragile and ordinary, but a feared monster of the fantastic realm, with even greater power, that is yet again most desired to be conquered and possessed by men.
Serpents generally symbolise the vital power that sloughs death, as serpents shed their skin to be (as it were) reborn. Feathers symbolise here the new psychic energy acquired, the ecstasy of freedom in the agony of the process of metamorphoses. ​