Bridges to the Neverland
“Bridges to the Neverland “ is a dedication to all of those who are not with us anymore. ‘Death is the golden key that opens the palace of Eternity.’ Milton. The Neverland Island, aka Never Never Land, is a fictional world featured in the fantasy books of J. M. Barrie, sheltering both imaginary and real characters. Some sources suggest that this island was forced away from the Earth by the powers of imagination. Neverland is another metaphor for Heaven being a place where ordinary time patterns cease to exist and some of the inhabitants never grow old.
People have always wondered what Heaven looks like. But I guess we couldn’t be any closer to the answer than we are in locating the center of the universe. Human perception is narrowed by our physical limitations and often impoverished imagination. Who can blame us – we lack perspective in our survival race. We are way too grounded to be capable of taking off in pursuit of extra dimensions and experiences. Even so, we realize how different life in Heaven might be, how more fulfilling and pleasurable this forthcoming experience might prove. Although this world is so desirable, we could never attain it, or could we? Are there any means of transportation within our time and space restrictions? Perhaps, there ARE bridges as ways to get there...
Losing someone or something you love is very painful. Sorrow is the price we pay for love. The sadness of the loss will always stay deep in your heart, no matter how carefully you tried to conceal it. Grieving takes time and drains our souls. How you grieve, on the other hand, depends on your personality and coping style; your life experiences dictate the level of your vulnerability or emotional endurance; your faith, if it is the case, assuages your grief. Healing can never be forced or hurried – whatever your circumstances are, it’s important to be patient with yourself and allow the process to unfold naturally. Sharing your loss alleviates the sufferings. Wherever the support comes from, accept it and do not grieve alone. The most difficult part is facing your sorrow and fear – camouflaging it doesn’t help much, it can only prolong the torture. Let yourself feel whatever you feel, without denial, resentment or despair. And one day you will no doubt move on.
I’m fascinated by the subtle overtones marking the passageway to Neverland – or rather anticipation of Neverland -on this picture. It can be visibly divided into two worlds: a ready-to-tumble-down portion of a bridge rising from a warped surface, and a sneak peek of a promised island under a rainbow, far, far from the madding wasteland... A close proximity of a giant moon is suggestive of a near catastrophe. But is there a way to escape the inevitable and to jump over the crumbling pieces? The answer is clouded. This time - quite literally.
Do Not Stand at My Grave, I am not there.
Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there.
I did not die.
by Mary Frye
Personal dedication: L.V. Gribanovskaia, G.K. Kravchenko, T.A. & A.P. Poluliakh.
(Title Rus) Мосты к Земле Которой Больше Нет
Software media: Adobe Photoshop, Autodesk 3ds Max, Planetside Terragen, Photo Stock, Paint Shop Pro Photo, Painter X
George Grie, April 2011
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Bridges to the Neverland, spiritual and allegorical surrealism