The Prize and the Sculpture
The jury award requires that an awardee be selected by an independent, interdisciplinary jury — one that represents both the sciences and all political directions—and that public online voting also be taken into consideration in the final decision.
The sculpture of the MIND AWARD shows a base, out of which a man and a woman are stretching up from the hips. Behind these two human-beings, from the same ground, develops a very dynamic spiral, which winds up and has in the end two wings indicated.
The groundwork symbolizes the foundation for evolution, the people stand for the aspiration of man for development and knowledge. The rising spiral of self-awareness is finally inspired by education. Similarly, comparisons to the old archetypal symbols are attached, like a snake, Kundalini energy, or wind and spirit forces.
"Art comes from ability." A true work of art is self-explaining.
Therefore, at last, some facts about material and format.
The roundabout 2.5 kilogram tin bronze figure was produced in the complex lost wax process. Thus, each sculpture is unique. Therefore the Prize has a different total height from 35 to 42 cm, the diameter of the base is 12 cm.
Achim Kunst said when first handing over the sculpture: "Up to the hip we are hold by the earth, and from the hip on we are taken by consciousness. If we are unconscious, we fall down. If we are further developed, the consciousness moves like a spiral and is boosted. So we need to just be aware, collectively and individually. Physically the spine begins at the tailbone. Thus consciousness is existential. "
What is at stake, probably the best describes the legendary poem by the German writer Hermann Hesse.
As every blossom fades
and all youth sinks into old age,
so every life’s design, each flower of wisdom,
attains its prime and cannot last forever.
The heart must submit itself courageously
to life’s call without a hint of grief,
A magic dwells in each beginning,
protecting us, telling us how to live.
High purposed we shall traverse realm on realm,
cleaving to none as to a home,
the world of spirit wishes not to fetter us
but raise us higher, step by step.
Scarce in some safe accustomed sphere of life
have we establish a house, then we grow lax;
only he who is ready to journey forth
can throw old habits off.
Maybe death’s hour too will send us out new-born
maybe life’s call to us will never find an end
Courage my heart, take leave and fare thee well.