Kseniya Simonova and The Art of Her Fingertips.
As I write this
the music chosen for her video plays. Forgive me that the words are not in English as I know the rules here. I hope to find someone who might interpret the song. I will keep looking, or perhaps someone here speaks the language?
I am in the habit of trying to entertain you with anecdotes from my life, or mystify you with the good news that never seems to make it to the 6:00 broadcast. This is because I too am mystified by that fact. The people who report the news walk a fine line to get ratings. They must be provocative yet warm, so if they are smiling when they tell you how many people died today, that is why. The good news is delivered in small nuggets in between the longer segments on violence and destruction.
Here, Kseniya Simonova, shows us why. I never understood it before. Real life comprised of small slices of joy sandwiched between large slices of despair. That, is what makes it beautiful, and yet so painful. It is the joy that sustains us to go on. Hunting for that next slice we will gnaw at the tough tasteless bread on the outside, for the hope that the bad taste in our mouth will be cleansed by something good hidden inside.
My daughter brought this artist to my attention some time ago, after receiving an e-mail with the video and it's interpretation. She told me, due to high emotions that run in the family, to watch it first, then read, as she had read it first and then could not stop crying during the video. She wanted me to be able to see it before I started to cry.
I will leave that up to you, the interpretation in the cell below the video. You know your own state of mind. You choose for yourself the level of impact.
For the people in the audience watching, the images are clear, with no interpretation needed. It is their history after all.
The Performance of a Lifetime
I paraphrase, Until my daughter sends the original letter
Before the "Great Patriotic War" (World War II) the Ukraine was a beautiful country, cities and parks like anywhere else. People met and fell in love, married. In the first scene a young couple is falling in love, then we see the Air raid siren, radio announcements, War comes invading the Ukraine with horrific torment. The man of course must fight in the war.
A child is born of their union and the woman smiles again, but the chaos of war extinguishes the candle's glow (candle in the wind) A beautiful woman emerges from the chaos, a letter is delivered and she ages before our eyes. The news that she is a widow, she carries with her all of her life.
The next scene is a monument to the Unknown Soldier, the next generation is brought to see, mourn, pay respects. This scene becomes a rebuilt city, then a woman and child emerge at the window, a man's hand pressed against the glass saying goodbye.
This must never happen again vigilance is all that stands between life and destruction.
"The Great Patriotic War" resulted in between 8 and 11 Million deaths. With a population of 42 Million at the time, that breaks down to 1 in 4 losing their life. That is just hard to imagine, if there were twenty in your family one fifth of them would be dead.
More Talent, So many Tears
Crossing the Language Barrier, with Pictures.
The above video needs no interpretation. We see it happen every day.
Their relationship written in the stars, a man and woman in love have a child, Photo. Watch the tree, as the fingertips transform the scene. Now the child is at school, photo of familly on the desk. He grows up, becomes an artist. His parents age, father's health fails. The phone rings, no answer. An aging mother watches her now famous son on TV. She visits her beloved's grave. She, also dies of old age, perhaps her heart is broken. The artist comes home too late. The spirits of his parents look down as he finally realizes what price fame.
I do not know what she writes at the end, I do think many people called loved ones after the performance.
In Her Own words
Doesn't she sound a bit Like you and me?
Listening to the artist as she explains that her art came of a need for an outlet when everthing around her was falling apart, the credit crunch got her too. We are led to believe that it is our economy that is in trouble, but according to this broadcast, it's everywhere.
I have seen another video where she does her art while a band plays. She said her day starts at night, she has become a performance artist. She says that maybe she is a little bit crazy. Aren't we all? She has turned her financial devastation into a new life, new career for herself.
Can we all create jobs for ourselves? What are you passionate about? In what medium can you convey your own look at the world around you. For Kseniya, the sand speaks to her.
For me it is paper and pen, (And now keyboard and computer screen.) What art can we create today?
Helping Mothers and Others
If you would like to earn tangible residual income each month within a year, please contact me. You will be making a commitment to help others.
If you need help with anything from coping to writing please feel free to contact me as well. I do not charge for my knowledge. Just tired of seeing everyone taking advantage of others. Contact me (Faybe Bay) via HubPages through the link at the above right.
Have a great Day, thanks for reading, and if you like my writing please help me by rating me up, and sharing my page by clicking below.
More by this Author
Parker is the girl that I would be if I was younger, blonder, prettier, and more atheletic... Crazier? No I am already way crazier than Parker. In fact my first favorite song that I remember was "Crazy", and...
Born Rose Louise Hovick, in 1911 in Seattle, Washington; Gypsy Rose Lee would rise from obscurity to become a vaudeville performer, stripper, actress, writer, and finally a world famous personality.
I went over to the neighbor's house today. The Postal worker accidentally put her mail in my box. I was in a hurry, had to go watch my Granddaughter. She will be two next month. My daughter's best friend was in labor,...