Mapping the territory which is absent for itself , keep going there where all paths ended

through imaginable stages of essential but not yet material substances -that would be a journey to unreachable Magnitogorsk….

Stages stretched back to the surfaces and latter fall back to the stages. Looking through the Mirror the artificial will come as a fake, the reflected reflection mirrored onto joined surface where the shadows of forested thoughts form the conjunction with its own reflection. Eyes prolonged to the infinity becoming umbilical cords, which were detached from its maternal cavities fly freely to the other intended encampments. The eyes are becoming the sparkling mirrors, and the mirrors are transforming into the flying eyes. The gaze is located behind, covered up by transparent surface, which extension is Mirror. The Mirror we claim, the Beginning we encompass.  Wrapped into the eyes, all surfaces of our journey reflect each other insofar as rocks and cliffs transform into the sea, and sea turns to be a forest, and altogether they are waiting for the final fall into the abysmal rupture between eternity and infinity.

Nothing could change the order, nothing would instantiate the concept of rocks except the Rocks themselves. Being hard to penetrate with the material tools, stoned substance open up its inner secret to the scanning gaze -persistently intense investigator that is able to pierce all: durable and endurable, tangible and intangible. Skeletons of the past have been withdrawn from its place and freed from its fleshy cover, are transmuted into the Rocks, which were destined to contain the full record of those who passed away or still continue their journey been strangely deformed. Coldness and hardness of their appearance hide the condensed spot of enormous accumulated energy, once unleashed would rather to entirely fire up the conscious. Being presumably alive in the forgotten past, the Rocks became constituent of eternity that they undertake as challengeable transmutation or as a chance to pass through the stages of deconstructive reconstruction of death towards the resurrection.

The sand of the seashore formed by remains of rocks and debris of multiple crashes, the evidences of uninterrupted processes of becoming, reshaping and molding down into the dust disintegrating molar into molecular. The work of the Sea as a gigantic moving liquid mirror embraces conglomerates of islands regardless how big or small they are. The Sea dominates through its omnipotence and omnipresence and reduces gradually the seashore by consuming the fragments of the land then digests them and discharges. The borderline between the Sea and the Land is in constant motion whereby the both substances soil and water are mixed and mutually exchanged. Our judging has retired our eyes cannot catch the horizon line. There is  eternal grandeur of formidable work of salty and fluid mirror which we call a Sea. Freedom to be born and reborn under the water is the freedom of imprisonment in the cell without walls without the possibility to breath but with the only hope to escape it once and forever….

Earthy life of its inhabitants, those creatures who were conceived by the power of water and rocks are evolving thoroughly, being surrounded by plants of all kinds from above and below.  The hair of earth –the Forest is the shadow umbrella and the source of provision that welcomes escapers and rejects cowards. Doesn’t matter where: on dusty roads or deserted hills, the memory brings us under the shadow of trees into the cooling darkness of woods. Meditation under swapping vespers of the leaves and murmur of interlaced branches leads us to the utter quietness of the world end. Meanwhile the Danger multiplied in the dark and semi dark corners of woodland, wakes us up. The Danger is hidden in the meditative serenity and would come out as soon as one will assume the abstract premises of unconscious forest- the stratified place where the life and death co-exist competing each other in the progressive scale. Upper world and under world that are presented by the single tree, have been both symbolically assigned to the two of its possible ends. Who will win and who will lose? Neither dead nor alive. The tree is stretched between the sky and chasm.

Furthermore we are facing the Abyss. The bottomless rupture where disappearance means otherness, where all things together are going to be dissolved. The rupture which cuts off any matter- fluid or rigid, alive or dead opens the mouth of the hungry beast for the sake to devour the remains with or without confession of their actual end. Symbolic wound exhausted of its own blood, the Abyss expands its cracking hole further and further until the never foreseeing limit. Indeed we are there, indeed we will be. The land, the sea, the live creatures, the forested islands and deserted territories all of them are preys of the Abyss, which they cover up being naively mesmerized by its fake promise of eternity. Magnetic impasse of Magnitogorsk where alchemy of infinity and eternity shows the conceptual void or rather the vacuum where particles are lost in space- less continuity can be taken as a mapping step for the cartographic discovery of the Abyss though the latter couldn’t be discovered by any means except of only intention to be visualized…

So forth we are pronouncing the striking opportunity to see the impossible to be seen, to catch the traces of invisible, to draw the map of unknown.

We are fearlessly standing on the merge of the Abyss and humbly contemplating the dramatic spectacle of grandiose event of transformation. Flows and currents, flux and influx, blowing wind of magnetic particles, storms and hurricanes all deeply shake our fragile being until its last molecular fragment, rewarding us by incredible inspiration of the troubling aesthetics of Life.  

Max M.Ryleev