HENRIETT HELLEBRAND

The world of my childhood is connected with Tisza. I was walking a lot on his shady coasts,.. watched the blond Tisza waves, slow, zigzag bends ...with soft sand bays. The river has a thousand faces, but I believed it so since few people know his winter face apart from the local ones I paint it, with the cold gaudy colours of the winter. Wintertime are rare but occur in solitary fisherman. In February around, pike-perch of Tisza, along the frozen, pit breaks-they appear. Patient, lonely fishers time it s... that of those who feel it in the bed of the cold, icy Tisza, the living life of the wor under the dumb ice sheets.

Favourite, and sleeping in one my topic painting the clown s mimicry. The clown, may be disappearing so is fooling around, the world follows a prank his reality. In fact, heals the heart, the souls, believes the laugh balm for the tired soul. Forward to where we came from: into the nature of our childlike existence, your tear, a player. Round himself pulls over the curious company, but one of his eyes shed a tear always, believes is vainly always in the centre, one of his being s parts stay outside the community, in solitude, dumbness. This duality our mask, which one attracts to the world, while we are wandering around isolated inside each other s glories.

Our ancestors shamans shielding they were in their present life. Strength was given, shelter, our magical helpers they, all until the today s day. I love to paint it the shaman the dynamics of a horse, his strength, his mild nobility. Their strength extends over from the astral world, it was buried because of this beside their dead persons their holy horses, that let the soul help him in his progress through the astral body of the horse through Milky Way until the Sun. Sirius, the shamans of a star cult provide strength and a shelter an Earthly folk song, this ancient hook arm everybody with faith, who allows it to stream into himself for a moment, the magical powers of our past.

It is a jewel and ceramics making, the directest contact with the Earth for me. This a road, the minerals the road of the colours and forms to the soul of the Earth. I some with me, it is possible to prepare a jewel so if we leave it, that address a world hid lock into the substance. What I prepare, what I form out of him it not somebody else, than answer intended as this address. This is a dialogue, a secret sign language between a human s and the Earth s treasures. Itself may be the participiant of this dialogue when he wears the medal addressed by it on itself.