Cloud of God

"Everything which has turned to love in our life will be stored up in the memory of God."

Eulogy Sermon by Bishop of London

Margaret Thatcher Funeral Service 

Visions of God - Power of Symmetry

 sublime symmetries, central infinity:

visions of heaven:

"order-creating gesture of mirror-symmetric composition...

directed by another kind of intelligence beyond the mind..."

Andrea Bátorfi 

Visions of God - Heavenly Ceilings

Ely Cathedral, England 

San Lorenzo, Turin, Italy 

Chapter House, York, England

New Synagogue, Szeged, Hungary

kaleidoscopic patterns, sublime symmetries, central infinity:

models of the universe

visions of heaven:

 European cathedral ceilings

David Stephenson

Visions of God - Kaleidoscopes

sublime symmetries, central infinity:

models of the universe

visions of heaven:

kaleidoscopes

Visions of God - Fractals

kaleidoscopic patterns, sublime symmetries, central infinity:

models of the universe

visions of heaven:

geometric fractals

Giovanni Rubaltelli

Visions of God - Mandalas

kaleidoscopic patterns, sublime symmetries, central infinity:

models of the universe

visions of heaven:

circular mandalas

evia mandala

Visions of God - Persian and Turkish Carpets

kaleidoscopic patterns, sublime symmetries, central infinity:

models of the universe

visions of heaven:

Eastern carpets

Visions of God - Ancient Calendars

Aztec calendar

Mexican calendar 

  Celtic calendar

Hebrew calendar

sublime symmetries, central infinity:

models of the universe
visions of heaven:


celestial calendars

The Turin Horse is Us

   Nietzsche cried when he witnessed a carriage driver whip his horse. 

However he cried not only for the animal, but for all of us,

living only for surviving, under rules made not by us.

God is dead - said Nietzsche - and we killed him.

And living a life without God, morality and love

 is a life that leads to the end of the world,

and there is nothing on the other side

in this majestic, elegant and emblematic work of art:

Bela Tarr's mesmerizing new film, 

The Turin Horse

God as the Secret Weapon of Recycled Art

The new trash-art is now  recycling not only cardboard and bitumen, Bach, Berlioz and Schumann, but God itself. 

Bitumen  and medieval cloister recycled in 

Peter Zumthor's new Serpentine pavilion

Cardboard, religion and heaven recycled in 

Pistolettos's new installation at Serpentine Gallery

God, Nature and Bach all recycled in Terrence Malick's new film

The tree of Life

Stockhausen's Questions

     "Am I a newcomer in musical history, or am I a reincarnation of an earlier composer? Are the superficial parallels between my music and the music of other cultures perhaps grounded in experiences of my earlier lives on this planet?

   What are the distinctively new vibrations and rhythms in my music, and what law of the Universe are transmitted in them? To what spiritual lanes do the different works, or isolated events from individual works, aspire? To what level of awareness do they bring us?     What are the underlying mods of particular works? Which is the appropriate state of feeling for listening to a given work? Which works are expressly spiritual in tone, that is to say music of praise, prayer, and thanksgiving to God? In which is the spirituality hidden?     Which works appeal more directly to the physical being, the feelings and sufferings of sensory existence, and which more to the transcendental life of the spirit? Or is a balance of sorts discernible overall between the vibrations and rhythms of the beast and the angel in man?    Which pieces sing more than others, which transport us to worlds far removed from our planet? Which works allow us to experience the way of life of much smaller creatures, down to the smallest micro-organism? Which enable us to traverse great distances with the stride and breath of giants, to fly with giant wings?     In which work has the Prince of Satania, Master Lucifer, insinuated himself with his brilliant wit and glittering alchemy? Which works, which part of works allow us, like a child seeking protection, to cling to God's foot, snug and content in the certain knowledge of complete security?     Where sounds the voice of Prophecy?     Where the voice of Divine Humour?"
Foreword  The Works of Stockhausen by Robin Maconie

Heaven

Richard Wright

The idea of heaven - as a perfect place where God lives and where you end up if you live right - is an essential part of our life, our dreams, our hopes. There is no perfect proof of heaven, but the idea lives: there is an archetypal image of heaven in our mind and we recognise this image again and again in art: paintings, music and poetry; and in the magical moments of life: love, birth and death.

Sting: Fields of Gold

Structure is God

Concert of Péter Mátrai in Budapest

When God enters into the creative process, you sense the divine structure of the Universe.

This is how you feel if you listen to the concert or Peter Matrai on electric instruments. There is a clear structure of the whole performance: preface, treatment and epilogue. And there is the clear structure of every piece with composition, melody and rhythm which build up the whole circle until the catharsis at the end.

The preface: the 'Intervals' with its dynamism invites you to leave your everyday self and enter into the world of art, into the world of the artist.

Small etudes follow: atmosphere, memories, sequences of feelings and thoughts, all this with different and unusual electronic instruments, computer samples, new sounds and noises. The concentration is intense, every element has meaning and is part of the whole. This is the journey of a soul: in his past and present, in his feelings, in his love for music. The small pieces have concrete themes, and you enjoy the correspondence of the music with them. You smile, you enjoy, you feel the music, you feel what you are inspired to feel.

And then comes the epilogue, the 'In memoriam' piece to the memory of two architect-friends. This is a small theatre-performance with candles, staggering, brutal hits and noises, flame, fire and ashes at the end.

Catharsis is what you feel: this is life, this is all.