In everyday life each of us experiences a moment of sublimity on occasion. The artist is granted what we are all able to gather from our surroundings as children, but what some – God only knows why – forget as they grow up.
In order to achieve sublimity in everyday creation, an artist has the duty to ask themselves what constitutes the sublime in everyday life, what is the cause for it, and what is the singular genuine proof that we are actually able to perceive this exalted sublimity.
Each individual sculptor presents the manner or narration of the sublime in their own way by using materials closest to their heart. However, each of us quickly understands that the only proof of reaching the sublime is in the sensation that prompts us to say: “I have pins and needles, the shivers, goose pimples!” The moment in which our hair stands on end is fleeting, yet – as a sculptor – I attain it each and every time I complete a stone sculpture and thank the angels that guided me along the path of discovering and revealing unknown dimensions.
What sends shivers down my spine as opposed to the individual I observe in everyday life? The consumerism-driven Slovene experiences the shivers when buying a new car or maybe a new mobile phone. The same sensation may be achieved through acquiring a new technologically elaborate “toy”, new shoes, maybe even a handbag – in short, by purchasing the object of desire. But I am fortunate enough to feel this physical reaction whenever I sense that I experienced an extraordinary event, one that only “called upon” people can perceive and sense – to see, to hear, and to feel.
I heard the beep of an anticipated text message and got chills while reading its content. I saw a beautiful Mercedes Benz 300S 1955 and felt rapturous when sitting in it. I saw a rare breed of Brazilian bird destined for extinction and felt so honoured by hearing its unique song that my hair stood on end. I saw an exhibition that I participated in and was rewarded with goose bumps at receiving a positive critique of the work I entered myself. I saw a friend of mine, Gail M., forging iron and felt so honoured by witnessing her tenacity at wielding a 6 kilogram mallet that it sent chills down my spine.
I saw... To see, to hear, and to feel the sublime in everyday life seems almost unattainable at times. Often we think that in order to perceive the sensation of Leonardo’s flight and comprehend the nature of “the thrills”, we need to peer through the lens of serendipity.

I know I have had the perspective of a sculptor bestowed upon me and have thusly been enabled to search for an opportunity to help those in need. But I believe the only thing one truly requires is faith – faith in oneself and their own effort, faith in that which one does and, finally, faith in the circle of life. We need to slow down and allow the path to the sublime of tomorrow to be revealed to us in its own time.