Beauty has not been here for a mere ten years. It's been
here since time immemorial, long before we began
to worship it. It emerges, nurtures, fades. The motion
power of the universe, of the planet, of the people.
Of you and of me, of all life in all its forms.
Sparks in the eyes, inner flame, flames of passion,
jealousy, eruptions on the Sun, invisible signals, floods
of emotions. Not belonging to anyone, including us - the
handful of devotees spreading the message in its name.
Just what is the Czech Republic and the few worldwide
branches? These few hundred years of glassmaking
tradition, those masters of the craft, this Leon Jakimič?
What is design, or art? Who has the right to take
themselves so seriously, to place their ego above nature,
and impose their judgement on beauty? On the way
it’s supposed to look, and on the way it’s supposed
to be viewed. No, no one, not even you.
Mere mastering the change of state - it’s only sand, and
then glass. Arts, procedures, nonsense about energy,
wasting it or saving it. Market manipulations and
light-speed races in disciplines that do not nor
ever did exist.
Let it be, it’s already set. Try to be free. Let live
coincidences, moods, feelings, and emotions. Smiles and
astonishment. Eyes narrowed or wide open. All the rays,
flashes - data, if you will. Stories. Hearts aflame, even
if uncomfortable. Yes, even laughter, tears, and magic.
It’s not about us, we’re only trying for the light beaming
somewhere to make an imprint. In the right moment -
for ever, perhaps - in glass and in such a manner to make
you gasp for air and blind with astonishment:
“What beauty!”
For this, we love glass, for it we do this.
Try to understand, and who knows - maybe you’ll join in.
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Lasvit Projects
