Jadina Lilien

There are many veils or layers creating a play of reality where things are not what they appear to be. My work is a symbolic representation of the hide and seek dance with the untouched existence, the reality behind the reality. A way to relate to the different dimensions as a doorway between and through the many worlds, sometimes leading to the pure presence where all becomes one. At times this is actualized as an idea, in other works as a way of being with the worlds within worlds, interacting with the artwork as a symbol of an alive interaction meeting the different dimensions moving towards what is unaffected still alive in its purity and perfection.

I became drunk with the beauty and singing rhythm of it, and for a moment I lost myself—actually lost my life. I was set free! I dissolved into the sea, became white sails and flying spray, became beauty and rhythm, became moonlight and the ship and the high dim-starred sky! I belonged, without past or future, within peace and unity and a wild joy, within something greater than my own life, or the life of Man, to Life itself! To God, if you want to put it that way.

Long Days Journey into Night, Eugene O'Neill,

 

 

 

Artist Statement

Jadina Lilien

There are many veils or layers creating a play of reality where things are not what they appear to be. My work is a symbolic representation of the hide and seek dance with the untouched existence, the reality behind the reality. A way to relate to the different dimensions as a doorway between and through the many worlds, sometimes leading to the pure presence where all becomes one. At times this is actualized as an idea, in other works as a way of being with the worlds within worlds, interacting with the artwork as a symbol of an alive interaction meeting the different dimensions moving towards what is unaffected still alive in its purity and perfection.

I became drunk with the beauty and singing rhythm of it, and for a moment I lost myself—actually lost my life. I was set free! I dissolved into the sea, became white sails and flying spray, became beauty and rhythm, became moonlight and the ship and the high dim-starred sky! I belonged, without past or future, within peace and unity and a wild joy, within something greater than my own life, or the life of Man, to Life itself! To God, if you want to put it that way.

Long Days Journey into Night, Eugene O'Neill,