Stelian Pavalache [eng]

Every night the power went off in the neighborhood. It wasn’t sinister nor terrifying because things would transform and I was looking, fascinated at all sorts of forms forming out off the shadows lingering on the walls.

I would open my eyes and my ears passing through a dark corridor imagining myself with my eyes in the developer’s tray of my old man. Images of people and moods, emotions and smooth foreheads were printed in negative on the walls, colored laughs emerged from the pitch black. I would often almost fall tripping in the holes of the decrepit asphalt but I would not take my eyes off my own imagination

    Going upstairs wasn’t a problem anymore, although I counted the steps carefully I would wake up in my imagined world and the noise of my falling. Home awaited the answer to my light fantasies. We had a car battery at home, skillfully acquired, so we had light, warm and mysterious (so was the light back then). I would get upstairs with one thought and one thought only, to see if behind the lab curtain the light was red. The light was on and from behind it I could hear my old man saying “it’s showing, it’s showing” (although I do not remember exactly I think this was my first exclamation when the first of my images was born under my eyes).

    The eyes ran between the watch and the paper in the tray, I was so tensed, as if the tray was giving birth to twins and I wasn’t good enough to help it give birth. I don’t know how but the white of the paper lit up the room, small, full of bottles as papers, and made me forget about the rest of the world. Than my curiosity about light, about life, about questions I didn’t even knew about, started burning and turning inside me more and more each day. So ended the developing of those images imagined in every dark corner and shadow, through that white paper that took forms and gathered the words of the people.

    Many changed since than and keep changing. I started reading a lot, about photography, answers to my questions, about Asia, about civilizations, forms, illusions, how they lit up inside people’s souls, about beliefs (here it took a long time) they were many and egocentric. For a while I played with my old man’s cameras, but many times I would end up giving up to the technical curiosity, A practiced those which I learned and felt, I found a lot of answers, but that was far from pleasing, even worse, I was drowning in knowledge about myself and those around me. I remembered many worlds imagined on the white paper drawing me to them to knowledge.

    So begins for me developing of first real feelings and in depth recognition, of the unity of seen and unseen things and seeing diversity like a fantasy game of christmas lights. I decided to remember dreams and light imagination to follow roads to faraway countries gathered in my soul and free them to find my peace. So started Satwa Guna. A personal journey to the silence of worlds seen and unseen.

Stelian Pavalache [ro]

Ca aproape in fiecare seara se oprea curentul in cartier, nu era sinistru si nici inspaimantator, pentru ca lucrurile se transformau si ma uitam fascinat la tot felul de forme din umbrele alungite pe pereti.

Cascam ochii si ciuleam urechile cand traversam vre-un gang tenebros si-mi imaginam ca sunt cu ochii in tava de revelator a batranului. Imagini cu oameni si stari, emotii si fruntzi netede erau imprimate negativ pe pereti, rasete colorate ieseau din negrul taciune, calcam ca-n strachini prin asfalul scarmat, dar nu-mi luam ochii de la propia-mi imaginatie.

Nici urcatul scarilor in bloc nu mai era o problema, dar desi numaram treptele cu atentie, mereu ma trezeam in imaginile mele inchipuite si-n galagia impiedicaturii mele. Acasa se petrecea insa deznodamantul fanteziilor mele de lumina.Aveam baterie de masina in casa (procurata cu dibacie),… deci lumina, asa erau vremurile, asa era lumina atunci, calda si misterioasa.

Ajungeam sus cu un singur gand… sa vad daca dupa perdeaua laboratorului lumina era rosie. Era aprinsa, si se auzeau din spatele ei cuvintele batranului “aparee… apareee” (desi nu mai retin exact am impresia ca asta ar fi fost prima mea experienta si exclamatie atunci cand prima fotografie se nastea sub ochii mei). Ochii fugeau cand pe ceas cand pe hartia din tava, aveam o stare de incordare de parca tava cu pricina ar fi nascut gemeni iar eu nu as fi fost indeajuns de indemanatic sa o moshesc.

Nu stiu cum se facea dar albul hartiei parca lumina incaperea (dealtfel mica… dar plina cu sticlute si pachete de hartii), si ma facea sa uit de lumea din jur. Atunci incepea sa-si faca cuib marea mea curiozitate despre lumina despre viata despre intrebari pe care nici nu stiam cum si de ce-mi venisera in minte, si mai “rau” de ce insistau sa ma ravaseasca si sa ma incerce cu fiecare zi ce se scurgea pe langa mine. Asa se sfarsea revelarea imaginilor inchipuite de pe ziduri si caldaram, prin aceea hartie alba care lua forme si prindea cuvintele fiintelor.

Multe s-au schimbat de atunci, si multe se schimba si acum. Dar de atunci (eram un tanc de om), am inceput sa citesc mult , despre fotografie, despre raspunsurile intrebarilor chinuitoare, despre asia, despre civilizatii, despre forme, despre iluzii, despre cum se aprind ele in sufletul oamenilor, despre credinte (aici am zabovit mai mult) erau multe si egoiste.

M-am jucat un timp cu aparatele foto ale batranului, dar de multe ori sfarseam prin a scuomba in curiozitatea tehnica, probabil ca-mi era frica sa-mi intreb iarasi inchipuirile despre cum fac ele sa iasa la lumina. Am practicat cele invatate si cele simtite, am gasit o tona de raspunsuri dar asta nu era multumitor ba chiar mai rau, ma afunda intr-o cunoastere chinuitoare despre sine si sinele celor din jur.

Mi-am amintit de multe lumi dintre cele inchipuite de mine pe hartia alba si de cele care nu stiu cum ma trageau de maneca spre dansele spre a le cunoaste. Astfel incepe pentru mine developarea primelor trairi autentice ale recunoasterii amanuntite, a unitatii lucrurile vazute sau nevazute si discernerea diversitatii ca pe un fantezist joc de lumini de fundal in ajunul craciunului.

Am hotarat sa-mi aduc aminte de vise si imaginatiile de lumina, sa dau curs drumurilor spre lumile indepartate ce zaceau adunate la mine in suflet si sa le eliberez astfel pentru a-mi regasii linistea.

Asa a inceput Satwa Guna.

Un drum personal catre linistirea lumilor vazute si nevazute.

SATWA GUNA PROJECT or ILLUSION OF FORMS represents an ample photographic project that is based on photographic interpretation of the universal concept of diversity in unity.

Over time countless philosophers, anthropologists, writers, spiritual leaders, scholars and researchers from various fields have accredited the fascinating idea of the similarities found between peoples in many forms in which man is shown (faith,tradition, customs, spiritual activities etc.) managed to give birth to a fantastic inner soul searching those who want to materialize this through an art form.

This way, 10 years ago was born the first stage of the project : scientific documentation, anthropological documentation, depth study of comparative religions, historical documentation, geo political study and not at least scholastic study of spiritual practices ,materializing finally in 2001 with the project start that departs from scientific and technical knowledge,sliding towards spiritual imaginative and metaphysics world of nature and human evolution through a sufficiently pure and spontaneous art form, photography. Promising to the future an unchanged visual reality and well documented.

» You can buy pictures from SatwaGuna project stages from Lifeographies Stock Images:

Stelian Pavalache, Pavalache Stelian, www.lifeographies.com, www.satwaguna.com

 

Stelian Pavalache, Pavalache Stelian, www.lifeographies.com, www.satwaguna.com