I know the roses well, in their divine splendor, delicate like peace , as they shake before the good and the bad, before the eyes that look beyond the present of the events that I try, with diligence and inspiration, to turn into the revelation of a secret experience. A great mix of real and imaginable, melancholy and voluptuousness. Each rose ennobles me as the final result of a divine creation, as uma obra artística em miniatura , a puzzle piece that completes my personality in a hypostasis of the seduction of the sophisticated and unconsumed alterity.
When I prepare the roses for painting, I feel as if I am present in another cultural geography, in a world that makes me live with another identity, in another environment. In a place where the most important artists, chosen before the celestial providence, artistically arrange their experiences with a hidden character, through the prism of a sensitive and mature eye, delicate like words , formed to find, as far as possible, a correspondent in the space of subjective reality.
An artist’s most precious work is a kind of visualization of an image from another life, from another reality. Maybe that’s why I trust what I see when I feel the graceful presence of the rose, its sweet, romantic fragrance, so rare, delicate like snow , irresistible as a waltz of intense experiences, not influenced by the circumstances of urban agglomerations, without the ephemerality of human existence, full of sacrifice and suffering, to reach me.
Its place remains destined to remember a character of such great complexity, full of symbols and riddles, un artiste d'improvisation , that, by deciphering it, can give the impression that it is a different person.
The rose represents an indication of the awareness of the expressive autonomy of the means of visual language, treated by the concept of conoscenza divina or by the concept of “freedom of thought and expression”, which can be found in all artistic activities. Then, it is an extension of my longings, of the beauty of the soul and of the good thought that accompanies me permanently in the journey towards reaching an ideal of the passionate life, transformed into a philosophy of perfect artistic expression.
Miranda Grey, the character in John Fowles’s work, shared the same profound experiences as me, as intense as that of a rose, increasing the chances of an authentic life story when she confessed, delicate like the breeze :
“I probably always wanted to believe in these things. In fact, I somewhat vaguely believed in them right before I met him. But he led me to actually believe in them. The thought of him makes me feel guilty when I break these rules. And if it caused me to believe them, it means that he is the one who created most of the new in me.
Like a drawing. You cannot render movement to a line upon which you keep intervening with smaller lines. The line consists of the boldness with which it is drawn, its penetration being possible only through the vibrations of an artistic, poetic, sensual sensibility.”
The image of the rose is part of the memory of all people, embodying on a small scale the endless greatness of the Creator, believing in that doina of souls that stories call pure love, delicately planned , in a sense becoming better known through the way they express themselves: through that profound silence from which less polluted meanings of passenger situations and hurtful susceptibilities of the age can emerge.
You cannot imagine such a rare silence, so delicately breathe , except through a reaction of adoration before the spectacle of nature, not by intellectualization, but by lyricism, devouring its significance with wide-eyed astonishment at the full power that an artist has on the most chosen of words.
I decide to sketch it on the canvas, a feeling that is not at all comfortable, because I feel trapped in a space of pure eroticism, a delicate advance , as if I touch the naked body of a woman who gently wraps her arms around your neck, warms your chest and looks at you with that breath of creation: the art of not being a common man, but an extraordinary one. Delicate like a touch , I feel all the nuances of feeling, all the subtleties and depths, like beautiful words, whispered in the ear of the pure artist, loved with the longest poetry of longing, through an experience dedicated to the passion and values that are preserved in time.
Thus I open myself to the new reality, full of passionate kisses and fine touches: like a dream petal extracted from a fragment of a thousand and one nights, swaying in butterfly dance on the wings of an essential need to belong to a single identity with a youthful, sensual and romantic aspect, of having the awareness of its roots.
Love is the act of sacrifice in creation, the art of belonging wholly to one person whom the rose accepts as an equal, as a God or at least as a part of Him.
Vladimir Nabokov read my thoughts, sensed the temptation full of good taste, the one that promises you a dream experience that you want with fervor, when writing about Lolita, in comparison with the symbolism of the rose caught in a moment of mystical ecstasy:
“The curvature of her back, the skin like rice, her pressed, luscious, pigeon kisses prevented me from committing any nonsense. It is not true that artistic skills are secondary sexual characteristics, as some charlatans and shamans have said. Things are exactly the opposite: sex is the nerve of art.”
A naked woman should not be understood as strictly sexual, as a proof of the weakness of the soul placed in the tempting situation of letting go, abandononarsi alla disperazione , only to become an instrument for the valorization of beauty. Rather, it must be associated with the higher hypostasis of the being gifted with the power of seduction, in order to promote as refined an art as possible; perfect, long-lived.
And in accordance with the meaning of the rose, la donna nuda becomes the symbol of an identification with the role of content aggregator, either by appearance or by a magical approach, by the delicacy and sensitivity of the resonance that has its beauty in the heart and in the mind of any artist.
In order to appreciate the usefulness of art and artistic education it is necessary to develop your ability to differentiate between what you love through the perfection of creation and what is merely an easy to contradict fabulation, but which reconciles your soul with the right to embrace beauty which takes the form of a muse.
Delicate is the faithful copy of a work of art that begins to take shape with the description of a beauty of nature, continues with the representation of the peculiarities of the feminine universe and ends with the formulation of a philosophy of life, viewed from the perspective of a personal reading, with subjective valences.
* Note: Terence Trent D'Arby - Delicate