Do You Really See This Thing?
The gaze that interrogates the silence, often finds answers in the echo of the passing moment.
On Sunday I walked through the Exhibition Park. In a corner of the main alley, I saw the old man with the accordion, about whom I told you before. But he was no longer the man with a smile on his face from last week, but a silent, lonely and reflective man, his cheeks furrowed with traces of sadness, just waiting to find solace. Only the money that the passers-by threw into the mercy box counted, from an old memory of his youth, for the passion that once really animated him.
In the harmony of a song, every soul finds its story. With some bewilderment, out of a kind of complacency, I watched and listened to him while his accordion played the song "El Paso". At the beginning, he put his soul, as if building his own sound world, hence the variant of a deepening into the reality of escaping from everyday life, organized as if in the perimeter of the virtual action of an illusion. Suspiciously, disapprovingly, he glances at me fleetingly, as if he should be arrested immediately for I don't know what sin, as a benchmark for his own disappointment, in a chronology of metro-rhythmic contrasts sui generis.
The man says nothing, but the soul notes the silences, and the accordion gives voice to them, turning them into melancholic melodies floating in the cold evening air. Somehow, his soul resonates as if with the feeling of a character of Erich Maria Remarque from the novel "The Triumphal Arch":
- I would like to go away from all this. Far from this place, far from what I do, far from what I know, far from what I have to show, far from what happens to me. Far away ! Far away ! Why do I have to live this life ? Can't I live like other people who love each other? I can't be with someone and we have things around us that belong to us, I ca n't have quiet and safe evenings, instead of this particular physical void, instead of these days desolate and of this " il momento prima " where I feel alienated from myself ?
How would your perception of reality change if the horizon line were only a subjective interpretation, shaped by concrete individual consciousness?
In moments of waiting, the heart learns the language of wordless questions. Discreetly, against the background of a stirring sensitivity, I watched the old man while he performed a solo with a pulsating rhythm, highlighted even more meaningfully by the simultaneous opposition of low and high sounds. Melody is a universal language, speaking directly to the soul. His face was indecipherable, as if it hid a deep secret, and his eyes reflected a fragile, serious silence, which could only be described by an artist in a kind of discreet but meaningful melancholy. So, this moment of the questioning gaze has also arrived. He had been waiting for him for some time.
Deep reflection opens the gates of understanding, even in the absence of spoken words. And again, the same tone of the character from Remarque's novel, it was as if a jolting feeling awoke in me:
- Does anyone see me now, now, me like this, the anonymous and still cold singer ? Another world has all this! Warmth, common things, some room and where to go close the door, the anxiety goes away and does not creep in in the soul, like here. No one knows what reality is, everyone only accepts the dream. Change is the only constant in life, and adaptability is the key to emotional survival.
In the chords of an accordion, an unexpressed story is hidden, because a shadow of sadness could be read on the old man's face, a kind of Asseata Inahoriza Obekabees, the lack of an answer to his prayers. It's not the only reason. There is another, but he hid it under a hidden anxiety, under the need to put his head in the ground rather than feel how the world looks at him - as a beggar, not as a musician. A big world is for someone a small world, even smaller than one could imagine.
Can your perception of the world be shaped by the image you relate to when you capture the essence of life under the guidance of a composition where the sonic dominance reflects genuine emotion?
A park is like an oasis. You learn to appreciate the simple things again. The walk. Breathing. The view. And in every event that the eyes perceive, a unique and unforgettable promise is hidden. And isn't it the unusual experiences that shape and define our existence? So, in a world where we are all surrounded by technology, there are still places and moments where the human essence manifests itself in its purest form, through art, music and contemplation. Everything we see is a lesson in the value of authentic moments and the power of art to connect people with nature, to move us and enrich our existence.
As you have noticed, my skill lies in capturing and optimally choosing that "mundane moment", when the protagonist and the ambience are in direct reality, where the ambience is the purity of the content that the musician expresses, capturing the essence and pure emotion. Without in any way compromising the understanding of the deep meanings of the message: "music is a reflection of life itself", I believe that the musician is the TOTAL MAN, of the totality of the representation of life on the stage of an image, approaching a particular environment where reality and dream intertwining, creating a bridge between the inner and outer worlds.
Therefore, the image captured by my eyes has the gift of embracing in a single frame a situation of compromise of the current reality, between sensitivity and perception, with reference to Borges's poetics: "the capture of life in the very act of be lived", so that reality is revealed in complex layers of understanding. In fact, image and sound (as in cinematography) represent a topos. It depends on where the viewer is located, so that he perceives them more or less divided, dissociated, corresponding to an experience that varies according to the perspective and interpretation of each one.
Can you capture the essence of a moment untainted by bias or external constraints in a way that remains true to your essence?
Without persisting as a positive utopia, as if life can be transferred, intact and immediate on the screen of my eyes, capturing the essence of the moment, I tried to highlight how image and sound combine to create a multisensory experience. In this way, perception was not limited to what I saw or heard separately, but how these two senses worked together to give me a deeper and more complete understanding of the captured moment.
Without needing words, my art speaks directly from the heart, demonstrating that, in a present often dominated by ephemeral images and an increasingly invasive virtual reality, the power of creation lived and experienced directly, "in flesh and bones", retain inestimable value.
In this setting, the musician with the accordion becomes for me a symbol of authenticity and genuine human connection, reminding me of the deeply human need for beauty, truth and art that rages beyond the digital screen.
Yes, it is possible to capture the essence of a moment without limiting yourself to what you have seen or heard separately. Your perception of a moment can be influenced by many things, including your emotions, past experiences, and your personal interpretation of the context. Thus, you can integrate information from all your previous experiences to form a more comprehensive and authentic perception of the moment. This allows you to capture the essence and meaning of a moment in a more complete and profound way.
Adjust your perspective on life by watching how the essence of a fleeting moment articulates, so that your perception slips into introspection.
Do you really see this thing? Ask yourself if you are truly aware of what your eyes reveal to you in the fleeting moments of life, if you truly want to understand the world and yourself so that everything you experience becomes a valuable lesson.
