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A dream inside a dream. Among the swift flying
flocks of dreams, the artist catches the most resplendent one, places
it in a frame, and begins to spread thickened energy, instead of
paints, on moving wings in order to give herself and the others
back the clear rhythm of bodies, the logical illogicality of senses,
the furiousness and self devotion of passion, the peace of attained
harmony. In Nelly Tsenova's paintings, the existence is raised up
to a intuitively realized mystery where every participant is a part
of the Divine. The Little Prince would certainly find his own planet
in her pictures. In her works, the space is a receptacle of eternal
signs cross, sphere, pagoda, flame, spiral which are made from the
most unabiding and vulnerable substance grass, flowers, butterflies.
The wonder of impregnation and growing always reigns everywhere
i them, the flowers communicate by the gleam of fireflies, the worlds
by the light of stars. It is raining life together with the rain
drops, life is pouring out with the blessing of the system carrying
sap to leaves, stems, and flowers. Under the newly riser moon's
eye, the plants are rising on tiptoe, they are budding, opening
petals, twitching their stamen aerials, swaying in a magic ring
dance around the luminary, and shooting up before our eyes. The
house is lit jubilantly a ship set out over the sleepwalking glass
surface of the sea of life, a mirage for two. The artist narrates
the visions from the viewpoint of an absolute cosmic consciousness
which cares for the existence of the tiniest flower and fly in the
building of the Universe. For Nelly Tsenova, the world is a nest
of embryos, nothing is occasional or superfluous in it, the divine
mercy keeps watch over it, a tiny leaf houses the model of the whole
microcosm and tells again the story of the eternity of the whole
at the moment of its flight to the non existence. By feminine poetic
knowledge, the Mother Earth signs the Ode of Joy. Nelly Tsenova
has dreamt our dreams in order that we have them not only during
sleep.
Kristin Yurukova
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