This is the nature of my being: una ampla realidade afetiva passed through the filter of a gaze oriented towards the work of an artist who asks for the support of all the forces of nature engaged in the emancipation of life (individual and cosmic) to address the celestial soul. The same look must match that absolute “unleashing” of the Impressionists, which can only be experienced in nature. In other words, the nature of my being is the nature of a universal memory called to recognize the cohesion of the whole pictorial space in all layers of a perfect spirituality, older, but more current than ever.
That is why I continue to put my experience of surreal life under the incidence of a colorful easel, in the exceptional conditions of the elaboration of a painting called Altforisthesses , or “The power of representation of nature through art”. Because I am also a painting and I have to keep myself alive, forever, in the memory of an expressively perceived image, complex enough not to justify its duplication in the real world. The mirror in which I look right now is the artist’s own gaze in which one reads the sense of proportion, of color, of the balance between beauty, form and expressiveness.
How perfectly I came to look at myself with the means of expression of a high-quality painting…
My work itself seems a kind of penetration into a sanctified reality with the power to give life to the pictorial space captured in a story of nature. I think that here I am also looking for the aesthetics of my existence, through the eye that follows an image reflected in the mirror of a corner of nature, penetrated only by the lifespan of a magic brush, clean and delicate, which is quite similar to a jewel of the color of the emerald meant to fulfill all desires.
Patiently, I try to paint the desired surface of the canvas red. Then, with the wet brush, I try to spread the color of blood on the background of a reality that, without being ignored by the superimposition of a light wave, I would have preferred to keep in a philosophical passivity until the moment of raising my spirit to the rank of virtue.
So, be careful with the composition you present. The artist’s eye can concisely and in a unique way describe the art of giving coherence to a person’s vision carried to greater heights of consciousness, expression, management of emotions, through alternative means to the sacred language of God: through color, word, forms, motion.
Wait a minute, try to put yourself in my place. Seek to touch my gaze in a dream of divine inspiration, search through a background of warm, vivid, or intense colors, and only by earnestly searching for the challenge hidden in a beautiful body of nature will you be able to discover yourself as a fabulous expression, becoming mysterious. The painting itself is the gaze from a wake thrown into a dream that disconnects you from the monotony of an existence too little fulfilled.
Or, like an uninterrupted gaze, thrown before a sea that separates life from the idea of adventure on the other shore, waving its waves in a watercolor style, with a universal movement, using a soft brush to obtain a defining aspect of surrealism in a subjective experience, try to find yourself as a given of self-freedom in a meaningful story, entitled Admionsferhis , designating the graceful flowering of a destiny that has relentlessly followed its divine vocation as a guide on the paths of art.
Two gentle eyes embrace an artistic gaze that seeks its destiny in a memory of reality caught in the nets of a time and space already ignored by the rest of the world. Two entities of image processing of a strongly orthodox consciousness, an unexpected vision of nature and the creator of the petals of a rose of flames, both being mirrors of the divine, unite their reality in front of an adjustable easel.
The effects of this double spiritual fit are a splendid philosophy of beauty and an unprecedented science of art, subtle and refined.
I never thought I could possess an exemplary testimony of a relationship between me and God, between two eyes that perfectly overlap their meanings, down to the smallest detail, like a painting that remains a testimony of the effort to have a reach to the public, made from the pleasure of a risky adventure around colors and forms of expression.
Here, somewhere, is found my reconciliation with the essence and metaphysical consolation, my faith in the work of a creator of worlds, considered as a measure of the relationship between the image of a natural inspiration and the aspiration of a transposition of reality into the monumental. And if you were to ask me what the monumental is, through a painting that fits into the universe of my unsubdued, gentle, comprehensive soul, then I would answer you simply:
I’ve said it before, a long time ago, and I repeat. Art is the creator’s means of constituting himself in a vision which the eye calls “comparison”. It is accessible only with the means and techniques of a painting that oscillates between the beauty of a profound stillness, the greatness of nature (including its chromaticity) and the exercise of remembering an astral moment captured in a triumphal motif of the lyrical ego, showing up as an Alter-Ego of divinity.
The eyes and the gaze reach an agreement on the meaning that the horizon of a larger world puts forward, afferent to an allegory of life under the artist’s guidance, placing him on the horizon of a desperate awareness of the divine vocation. When the gaze is cast firmly forward, with nobility, with a special ability of understanding, this presupposes that the eyes are aware of the vastness of the horizon communicated by the depth of a revelation: “I am more than the result of the representation of an external perception and a conscious, intentional image.”
The question that needs to be raised is already mentioned by the eyes: “how far does the horizon extend?”
Allow Me To Give A Voice To Your Gaze if you want me to immortalize you in a painting whose theme, in addition to the spiritual one, shocks through the novelty of an extraordinary association, in my case, the association with a storyteller who begins his story with his image reflected in a mirror. A mirror of a complete artist’s reinventions.