An Extension Of The Gaze Captured In Images
This is the secret of art: to look at the surface of the sea as if you were measuring its depths.
One day I will write a treatise on art, looking only at the sea, listening to its waves, admiring its vastness. By the way, I think this is the secret of art: to look at the surface of the sea as if you were measuring its depths with your eyes. And isn’t art the sea seen from the blue of imaginary eyes, with which one can give a color replica of an image that has become a symbol of mystery and at the same time of abysmal existences, of truth kept in the secret depths of the world?
It seems to me that before my eyes opens a comprehensive picture of the beautiful times of yesteryear, with a double effect on the recollection of an episode recorded in the history of art, through the diversity of forms that the waves take in an unconsolidated view of the world. Here, I opt for the deliberate or accidental taking over of a theme brought up to date by abstract expressionists: “Iniathyessia”, that is, the recollection of a memory from the past and its metamorphosis into painting.
I see the sand on the shore, and I almost ignore the really fine one in the sea. And people without God will continue to seek God, even if HE is everywhere, but not always in sight.
Honestly, this is the impression that the sea gives me: that I must find the hidden truth of the world, the mystery of the Divine Logos, in a deposit of wave-forms and wave-hypostases, so that the art I am to give shape to highlights the image of a painting supported by chiaroscuro accents. A painting capable of giving a large replica of the image of the Absolute.
Can the image of your creation express a sense of self-renewal through a direct comparison between what is perceptible to the eye and what is hidden from view?
A true artist can always change the coordinates of any science, such as leadership. But a leader will not have much to say about science, much less about art. Someone was right: “However, the leader turns his field into an art in which he excels. That makes him a leader and an artist.”In that case, ask that leader to write a treatise on art, then you will have proof of his excellence.
Another issue debated in art is that of the gaze which meets in a polyvalent manner with a mystical reality. It can be the look with which the eyes explore the open horizon of the sea, when the color of the sea turns golden at sunset, mirroring itself spectacularly only in the soul of the surrealist painter, the admirer of castles, which gives life and color to his subjects.
Sometimes the sea is seen not only as a reflection on human artistic sensibility, but as a microcosm of the relationship between Creator and Opera, especially as a foray into the peace of the soul that makes us be understanding in the flow of life. And who would really understand the language of the waves as they embrace the shore, perhaps find out more secrets. Maybe then it would be easier to capture the walking picture of the beautiful times of yesteryear.
I became deeply attached to the tradition of the great universal painting, just as in the most beautiful moments of silence I became attached to the reflection of the rays that the sunset brings as an argument that painting must bring light into human life. Like the movement of a lantern in a dark room, my eyes try to probe the impenetrable depths of the sea, to share their discoveries in real time with others, but without leaving land.
Can you look at an artistic creation through the possible similarities with your own destiny, so that you appreciate that feeling of union of the Ego with a world of mercy and silence?
Sometimes I am haunted by fanciful ideas, such as that God has hidden his kingdom in the depths, so that only those with a very deep view will reveal the ins and outs of an almost unsuspected existence. The reply to this pattern of thinking also appears: whoever remains completely unknown always leads a lonely existence, carrying in himself the memories of an unhappy childhood, which gives his soul structure an increased sensitivity. That is why color is a physical extension of exacerbated nerves, as the English historian Herbert Read rightly said.
And an artist who tries to know God must endure the weight of the sea before contemplating the infinity of the sea immersed in his own thoughts. Or, he might contemplate the multiple hypostases of the sea, celebrating it as a matrix of unreal existence by relating it to various representations, feelings, and thoughts of the spirit. Depths that are not directly known, but as stated by philosopher Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel, they must be scrutinized only by directing one’s own spirit to the inner world.
In the imperfect circle of my optical universe, the perfection of that oscillating motion, of an energy controlled on an unlimited surface, consisting of trillions of liters of water, is outlined. It is not possible to stop this continuous alternation of creation and ocean energy, except with the feeling of having woken up from a long sleep. A deja-vu flashed through my mind for a split second, throwing me back to the end times, and then awakening in me a kind of nostalgia for something inexhaustibly inexpressible, which amplified more and more. Great artists already know this feeling and know how to overcome it.
And finally, my eyes continue to search for the descriptive and rigorous truth of a sure and complete picture: that of an old man who, alone in a boat, can calm the waves and feel the sea in an intense and profound manner.
A true artist will never try to capture the distance of a new horizon, or the depths of an underwater world, without mastering the reality near his own being.
An Extension Of The Gaze Captured In Images materializes in a reflection on human artistic sensibility if we try to see everything around us as an expression of the confrontation with the thoughts and emotions that make up a vision, a mystical experience, an extrapolation of the ephemeral world.
