Эссе на Tmavy Kruh Astrum Imagery

Tmavy Kruh " Astrum Imagery & quot; 05.08.2014
 
 When the pale moon appeared in the sky, the artist, taking a canvas, brush, paint and easel, went out into the courtyard of his house. His only desire and purpose was to depict on paper the breath of the Galaxy, the life and decay of the stars, to draw all the constellations in a single picture-the work of his whole life. For hundreds of nights he tried to do it again and again, but the tubes of paint would not open, the brush would not obey his hand, not even allowing him to make the first stroke, the canvas remained treacherously white. Anyone in his place would have despaired and started to draw something else, for example, that beautiful hill outside the city, where he had met sunsets more than once, but an unquenchable thirst made this man again and again turn his eyes to the night sky in search of new sensations, new stars, new life. Today he was driven by a premonition of something significant and mysterious.
 The blue sky, covered with scarlet clouds this time he met fully armed. The brush in his hand trembled slightly, the colors were applied to the palette, the concentrated face looked up, the eyes prepared to see the first heavenly lights. The air around him seemed to quiver with anticipation. The scarlet tones gradually gave way to a creeping blackness. The moon, step by step, appeared more confidently among other celestial bodies. Man rather felt than saw that the firmament as if rounded, took the bizarre shape of a huge oval and, gaining power over the artist with its dark blue and purple tones, threatened to fall on the picture. Time has stopped for man…
 Venus was the first to light up in a bright flash, followed by thousands, and a moment later billions of other distant planets of all kinds. They flared up, went out, flared up again with renewed vigor. The patterns of constellations began to be discerned in the very black sky – Sirius illuminated the constellation of the Great Dog, Alnair continued the Crane, and Caf finished the curves of Cassiopeia. Many other constellations were beginning their strange game. The centaur seemed to be gaining on Pegasus, the Sculptor was sculpting a Phoenix, Perseus and the Virgin were swimming hand in hand, and Hydra and Hercules were locked in an eternal death struggle.
 To his horror, he found that the Ground was still under his feet. The rings of Saturn encircled his shoulders, the gaseous Uranus laid a path before him, inviting him to his domain, the obliging mercury gave its warmth, warming man in the deadly cold of the Universe. And even the stern Mars winked slyly at him. The asteroid belt sailed past. A miniature comet floated up, playing hide-and-seek with the man, hiding behind him and managing to react correctly to the turns of his head. Then she ducked under his hand, tickled his palm, and disappeared, leaving only a trail of Stardust. Somewhere nearby, the "faces" of the celestial inhabitants were illuminated by huge flashes. New distant stars were being born. From the cradle of the heavenly bodies, man saw himself on the Ground, frozen in front of an easel with a palette and a brush in his hand…
 The artist's hand, holding the brush, hastily raised and bent in an effort to apply all he saw to the picture... Among the distant lights, his eye caught a man strikingly similar to him, only glowing in time with the stars. The man in the sky smiled at him and suddenly exploded into billions of stars, creating a violent stream of Starfall in the sky. The artist seemed turned to stone. All his muscles did not move, only his hand lived its life, displaying on paper this fabulous Starfall. The last thing he remembered was the wonderful beauty of the drawing and the fleeting thought - "Astrum imagination".
 When consciousness returned to the artist, the first reflected unbearable pain aching neck. Carefully and slowly, he lowered his head. Involuntarily his eyes stared at the white sheet of paper…
 The record button on the cassette recorder had broken off…