Delight My Gaze With Something That Reflects The Harmony of Nature (II)

An artist lives more in his work than in his own life.

Right now I'm on an island in Greece, a piece of land always lit by the sun, which doesn't sink unless my eyes see it sink. Of course, I made her the object of a vision that does not deceive the eyes, which can only be reached by the laws of art. And the first law of art is success, allowing the viewer to consider the distinction between the character of the aesthetic perspective and the inner coherence of the creation.

This unique island, pleasant to look at from afar, surrounded by the blue and clear sea, has quite a few hills and only one beach with an extremely fine and white sand, passed through the fingers like fine pearls.

You are probably wondering what is the inner coherence of the creation, in the context of an artistic landscape or a visual representation of the island. It means that all the elements that make up the island (sand, sea, shells, rocks, hills, plants and creatures, views, atmosphere) are harmoniously organized and interconnected to render the beauty, atmosphere and distinctive characteristics of a painting that reflects the spirit of the artist, free and in love with his work.

The island itself has as its main subject that Athelisariis Cynosarios Thaeillis Ohinakest, the spiritual fulfillment of art, the place where art meets faith. Sometimes, I would like to take the boundless freedom of looking at an image in the absence of an artistic process, not actually representing a knowledge, but rather a diffuse premonition of a mysterious perspective, presented in a suggestive way. But even this is still a creation of my superb mind.

Can your art become a sacred and sublime expression of your inner self, producing the permanence of an image that is meant to be eternal by exploring a timeless theme?

I say this because the eye only captures the immediate reality, unlike photography which immortalizes everything in time. And an island does not pose the problem of what catches the eye or the photograph, it does not imagine itself to be a revealing image that explains the multiple interpretability of the work of art and it does not seek to reproduce, to make the work live as the artist wants.

An island arouses the interest of an artistic view only when you look at it from afar as a point in a historical flow, a point of reference for a wide panorama, or when it sinks, little by little, with that desolate and absurd despair of the who no longer know why they lived, what they believed in. And the artist does not worship the image itself, does not necessarily try to restore its permanence, but uses it as a tool to enter a virtual world, as a starting point to transcend it and understand the imperative necessity of a important laws: "a living, sensitive and creative subject is an unexpected event that generates an emotional uproar."

Yes. Every man is an island, things are an island, and the artist is also an island, except that he makes the work live as he wants, looking at it in a double direction: towards the artistic experience and towards the spiritual contents. For the first time, this island, as I had imagined it to be the resting place of a legendary hero and the inspiration of a talented artist, restored to me the power of sight which the eye needs to see beyond the limits of space and time.

Can you create a deep connection between art and the soul of those who experience your creation, so that they rise to the heights of the artistic experience that you live?

The Little Mermaid, trying to find a rock to support her dreams, at one point asked the Old Queen of the Sea: could I ever get an immortal soul? And the queen of the sea, while cooling herself in the waves, answered him:

- Only if a mortal loved you more than his father and mother, and if all his thoughts and love were directed towards you, and the priest would join your hands, and he would swear eternal faith to you. Only then would his soul enter your body, and you would obtain a particle of mortal happiness. He would give you a soul, keeping his own. But this will never happen. Your fish tail, which we consider so beautiful, those on land will find ugly. That's all they can think, and they think that to be good-looking, you have to have two strong sticks, which they call legs.

- The Little Mermaid sighed and looked sadly at her fish tail.

- Let's be happy, said the old queen, and let's fly and dance along the three hundred years of life! We have plenty of time to do that. After that, we can rest.

In the reflection of this story, the secret of a voice that many might consider surprising is revealed. It is the voice of the artist who, seeking the tranquility of the islands to cultivate his imagination and bring his creations to life, manages to echo over the waves, the waves representing the audience and the impact his works have on other people.

Like the echoes that can be heard over the waves of the sea, a voice with deep emotional power spreads that, overcoming the boundaries of time and space, embraces the listening soul and takes it on a magical journey through the depths and heights of the artistic experience.

At each stage of the creative process, the leader serves as a compass for the listener's soul, guiding and inspiring him. He creates a deep connection between art and the soul of the one who experiences his creation, opening doors to new perspectives and novel experiences.

The Little Mermaid is not just a creation that uses a story to express something else, but is a voice that supports and complements itself with every note, every word and every nuance, making up a perfect harmony, like all the elements that contribute to shaping a unique and unmistakable space.

Delight My Eyes With Something That Reflects The Harmony of Nature , and perhaps you will approach the splendor of a vision that involves association with almost any art form, especially the art of fashioning a living subject that never grows old, always remaining fresh and interesting, being an inexhaustible source of inspiration and creativity.

The island still winks at me. Or, maybe it's just someone on the island who keeps looking at me with the wonder of the painter who transforms the ordinary into the extraordinary, painting beyond appearances. But does he really see me, or is he just transferring feelings to the canvas?