Due to the promotion of the program “Bolashak”, this process has begun at the University of Leicester in England. It had held successfully at the International University of Catalonia, Spain. The exhibition proceeds at the Kazakh National Pedagogical University named after Abay, Kazakhstan. The exhibition, which called "Colored letters in heaven", was holding from 20 June to 31 July 2014 at the UIC, where every visitor had the possibility to write the magic word on the paper and put it off on the felt. They could touch gently the ancient material of modern interpretation and they were the part of project. Perhaps, there is a word from the past, present and future, which can unite people all over the world. It was the familiarization of visitors with the culture nomad and contemporary felt art Kazakhstan.
Maira Nurke
Hola!
Alguna vegada has mirat enrere? El camí que has traçat durant la teva vida? Potser ara t’hi podries aturar un moment a pensar… escriu tres paraules: una en el paper groc que signifiqui alguna cosa de la teva vida passada. Una altra al paper verd, important per a tu en el present. Al paper blau, una paraula rellevant per al teu futur. Enganxa-ho al tapís. És el camí que arriba al cel i el que cal per aconseguir-lo.
Nomadic culture
The basis of nomadic culture is a life in harmony with nature. They used natural materials to decorate dwellings. The Kiiz Uy represents a small miniature of the universe. Nomads had taught their offspring a life of wisdom and craft. They portrayed stylized animals cosmological ornament and floral designs on the felt. Such felt represent nomadic philosophies, the natural color wool and clean air steppes. Perhaps nomads lived by the principle that the environment was the soul of human. Whenever you study ancient works ancestors you can open up a world of wisdom and contemplation where each line of ornament reveals secrets from the past. It gives you a feeling of the universe force, saturates knowledge and inspiration for new ideas. Contemporary artists are trying to show and tell about this using their creativity. Currently, education of environmental art and the transfer of crafts is very important. The Kazakh National Pedagogical University has decorative art specifically. Students get knowledge about the traditional art and make creative works there. Whenever you study ancient works ancestors you can open up a world of wisdom and contemplation.
Maria Nurke is presenting an educational project in parallel with its own work. From his teaching at the University of Kazakhstan she has developed a methodology to teach their students the tools and technology for developing fabrics made with wool and felt. Thus, the works made by her students now are accompanying her designs in the different exhibitions that she is projecting.
The wool work performed comes from the use of this material by the ancient inhabitants of Kazakhstan, and the prints and geometric borders that we find in them are inspired by the ancestral work of these communities taking the roots of the primitive culture of this area.
The different combinations of colors in the tapestries of Maira Nurke lead us to a world of fantasy, balance and abstraction. The inclusion of other materials such as horse hair in some cases connects us with Kazakhstan and its steppe horses.
In addition, the project of this exhibition travels from Leicester to Barcelona, and later to his hometown in Kazakhstan. It includes the participation of the visitors, who should write three important words of his past, present and future respectively, in different colors and papers, and then paste them in the fabric. In this way appear in the work of the artist written words in English, Spanish, and in the future in her mother tongue, which give new life to her tapestries, which are filled with meaningful words, relevant, powerful and magical for the people of three different countries, three unique cultures and in three diverse languages.
For the Universitat Internacional de Catalunya it has been a pleasure to have Professor Maira Nurke doing her research stay here, allowing us to enjoy her exhibition design and master pieces from June 20th to August 31st. This catalogue contains the pieces exposed and several pictures of the opening and the practical demonstration that the artist offered to the audience, as well as photographs of the visitors involving themselves in the project and pasting their important words in her tapestries.
Dr. Judith Urbano
Director of Architectural Composition Department
Director of Research Group History, Architecture and Design
School of Architecture
Universitat Internacional de Catalunya
Hello.
Have you ever seen your life’s path? Maybe, now you could try to look at it… If “yes “than please, write three important word for you. Write one word on the yellow for your life in the past in which you rely on today. Then attach it to the felt. On the green paper you can write a very important word for you at the moment. On the blue paper, you can write a remarkable word that you expect from the future.
This path leads to heaven and what reaches up to heaven.
To Maira Nurke from...
Being in pure space,
Where black silence lies,
I reflect immensity
In countersunk steppe roots,
I present myself as words,
Where a source of all is only the sound.
By light love..
Fathomless sand
In desert
Fiery wind
At breast
Drop from the sea
Drop…
Huge chaos exact account
Not uniform whisper in noise of sound
There is no movement in flow
Being absent is present
Acts without action
Eternally fresh without whiffing
In completeness, there is empty
Soundless song
Ocean of dreams
Stiffened drop
In sniff of sweet screams
IIX Reflection – not an imitation.
VII Vision, hearing, knowledge, reflection.
VI Purchase – not an affection.
V Deliverance – not a loss.
IV Pure space is not superficial.
III Dissolution – not a becoming meditation.
II Answer is inside of the question.
I Sense, form, line, color – not a rest
Narrow path of the past I shall lay with white petals
…so noisy and so silently
Yes, it is not easy to find nectar.
Ah. Odoriferous mother, giving back yours all.
With tremor, you love each unfinished creation.
Oh, so noisy and so silently.
But there was a time, when everyone staid in heaven,
In city of angels, as well finishing the heavenly business,
They were lowered for one time,
To revel in odoriferous nectar
And, may be, if it will be lucky, to create small paradise
To all living-
To all loving.
Ah, how noisy and how silently…
On green path of light soul
It will be flowering.
Being born to the world, where sakis lead a nomad’s life.
Is it casual?
Blood and fruit of steppe, where sakis lead a nomad’s life
Is it casual?
Be freshened by dew, where sakis lead a nomad’s life
Is it possible?
Reveal secret of wind, where sakis lead a nomad’s life
Is it possible?
Being born to the world…
Early dew
Quavering
Green petal
Sweet waft
Accidentally
Warm beam of the sun
See you…
Finding
Thin jet
Filling
Silence with ringing
Silvery
Gentle star fall
Blinds…
My air garden
Oh, if only
To answer
The same
Unearthly rest of
Heavenly mountains
Is it possible
To utter
Word
Oh, if only
Alas, alas
From deep sleep
Dew has woken
From deep sleep
Peacefully by chance
Temple
Filled with emptiness,
And transparent love
- Thin soul
Could soar serenely
- Sacred spirit
Can stay with veneration
- The universe sings
A lullaby song
Temple off air Garden
Filled with emptiness
And transparent love.
I will dispel
Vague expectation
Night of your day
Comes unexpectedly
Forgotten day dream ...
In pure space from nowhere transparent shapeless fog comes,
Silently being lowered, it adjoins to fruits of the earth
Steppe can made steppe silence,
Staying in transparent fog, well,
Each fruit had own feature, which stiffened
Wind collected through ages.
Disappearing in black silence, plunging into earthly love,
The transparent
Shapeless fog found diverse forms, sounds, images.
Forgotten day dream
Wingless
Easy sorrow
Does not fly
Shroud dimes eyes
Embraces-
Earthly wingless sorrow
Does not fly
My little friends
I come down
I come down
And then the fire burns, Do I cook dinner, Or lunch,
It's not important.
And the first thing I hear is the word "want."
"I'm thirsty,"- says the girl with the short haircut,
"I want to eat," - says the swarthy boy.
Through the word "I want to", children learn the world.
And then...
- want pleasure
- want to first.
- want to have power.
Yes, this world can be called the world I want.
You know, I look into black eyes a lot, In the hope of seeing the ocean,
And each instant I find out that this
Want-world is perfect by that you are in it- my little friends.
Beneficial fortune gave you to me each time gratuitously.
By the way, I have my own "want list" too
- I want some privacy from time to time,
just now it’s not possible to me too often
in one minute they’ll knock and tell…
- I want to meet new friends who have a bright hearts,
And in their eyes lays ocean, where I sink in silent.
- I want children and kinsfolk not running after me.
Well, when there'll come the time, and before to say Goodbye, I'll utter:
I was with you so well, my little friends.
Boundless steep
Deep rest
Fantastic wind
Keeping
Top of a hill
Temple silence
Taste of a spring
A cache
Whether can dew disturb your rest or not rest?
Then, when each is there, where should be
In this world of chaos all is so ordered,
And all goes by the turn.
So whether can dew disturb your rest or not rest?
When the opportunity always is here, and every
time choice is yours.
Well, whether can dew disturb your..?
When the man looks at the women
He grows orange color
As if he wrapped in orange raincoat
And women in the meantime
Is still under a dark blue veil
By plunging into transparent day
Fog dissolves
Dream disappears, not clear
The sky as ocean once more …
Book without pages
Makes universal peal
Penetrates deep into by mountain – steppe air
As if a sweet spring absorbs each and every
Similar to evergreen flower
Whether have you bellflower toll?
Image touched…
Maira Nurke is artist no felt accompanying the products by verses. When for the first time I have looked a folder with her poems and snapshots of her felt compositions, at once I was subdued with the harmony, or any unpersuasive mutual inserting. Maira Nurke is attracting by comlex existential conditions, when the very language gives in before assembly of arising images. And, probably, then to overcome the lexical pawerlessness, she bespeaks to thr felt. In her, as well as in any women ( you see, the women always are closer to sources) lives east symbolical universum, virgin- like pure world of our ancestors- nomads used to live explicitly before the world, placing all the bad in a dark underground layer. But also to these dark depths Maira Nurke does pay her attention: "Being in pure space, // where lies black silence. // I reflect immensily, // in countersunk steppe roots, // I present myself as word, Where a source of all is only the sound." At the same time, Maira not only feels phonetics of existence with strangely shown sense, but also its color - symbolical texture. Probebly, she is helped by use of felt.
"When the man looks at the women, // He grows orange color,//As if he wrapped in orange raincoat,// And women in the meantime,// Is still under a dark blue veil. " It is difficult to present how will develop Maira Nurke's future fortune, but right now it is possible difinitely to tell that there is no doubt about her literary gift. For the poetry of Maira,
like Japanese garden of stones,
attracts with the apparent chaos.
Auezkhan Kodar
"Tamyr" 3(5) 2001 art culture philosophy