The
wild people of the mountain emerge in the misty woods. They remind us
of moments when we see all kinds of figures and creatures in nature
while walking through dawn or having the magic view of a child.
Although we are nature, we feel sometimes nature is something outside
of ourselves, alienated we search for contact and fear it. With the
wild people of the mountain I want to refer to our common energy and
our affiliation, our connaturality with nature. It is an adult way of
playing old games of constructing and making objects alive. Like the
human being at border of conciousness. The first figures they made
where just stones they found who had a special attraction to them.
The wild people are nature, they show the insideof the surrounding
cedar-trees. They have the shape of humans, but nevertheless they are
not. They are somewhat in between --- in our imagination, our
projections, our emotions related to spirits of nature.
This point of contact allows us to sit on a fence between rationality
and the space and time of magical, mystical or spiritual meanings.
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