Oil on canvas 100x70x1.8

Life is the focal point of this piece of art by Aneta Chabibulina, the mysterious energy that generates the life and becomes from intangible suddenly material.

Various are the shapes of life represented here by the artist, from the explosive power of the volcano’s eruption, the lava that becomes hard ground after. The natural colored fireworks can be compared to the seed that becomes alive flush (meat) in the life generating belly of motherhood. Isn’t the earth our mother in the end? The onereic (dream state) passage between not pregnancy and motherhood represents the crucial passage between not being and being. Thinking well and more philosophically this is just the opposite of death that is the passage from being condition to not being, therefore is a positive message.

In the gentle, caring and healing hands of the mothers stays the sun: life’s source for this planet, element of nutrition for the life just as the placenta in the mothers’ bellies. It is a sort of recall of the Christian religious concept of COPRPUS CHRISTI and sacrifice.

Behind the sun, like in a game between clear and dark, white and black, night and day, is visible a clear luminous moon, also indirectly representative of the Muslim world, religion and tradition.

Approaching these symbols from a political point of view we can see the oppositions not like in the past, not generating sacred wars but generating life and cooperation between humans.

In the same picture there is also the very personal and peculiar shift of status, becoming mother after having been daughter, both facing each-other like in the mirror of the life that runs fast and flows like a river. The new comer, the new life starting is the child joining our world. Another life is coming to populate this planet and is influencing the future of this world, of other people, is entering the mysterious and unpredictable Cycle (Kreislauf) of the life.

“…Perchè la donna non è cielo

 è terra, carne di terra

che non vuole Guerra:

è questa terra che io fui seminato,

vita ho vissuto che dentro ho piantato,

qui cerco il caldo che il cuore ci sente,

la lunga notte che divento niente.”

Poetry by Edoardo Sanguineti