Eternal Flame
Inscribe your creation in a new model of approaching the notion of image, accepting your existence from the point of view of the appreciation that a rational being nurtures for all that surrounds it.
A rose openly confesses its sympathy for the great teachings of life, a demonstration of such a miracle of a spiritual nature, as if it were experiencing an unforgettable moment of life through a human being that differs, in a way, from the rest of the world. As a predestined arrow to extend the length of history, undoubtedly belonging to distant times, it assumes this transient role, from nature to culture, a transition from mortal to immortal, as an intermediate between two similar worlds through the passion of creation that only the mystics experience.
It is not the first time that I feel one with a human being, so much so that I can only mark a parable about the fragility of life, everything being reduced to the acceptance of a reality resembling the world of artists who give memorable interpretations to their masterpieces. From me, from that part of nature that encompasses me fully in the perfection of an astral moment, hence the courage to be unique, there comes a voice of enveloping warmth and ingenuity neighboring the magic of a hot coffee on a rainy day: from where does it spring and where does the impression of greatness end?
The other flowers bow to the sun. Nature protects them with an abundant beauty, a classic process of nature exploration through the ability of the art to seduce the taste of admirers. The sun’s rays provide sweet sustenance. I am greeted by the temptation of man to interfere in God’s work of salvation, in his image and likeness, through the synergy of creation, of all humanity, but especially by status, by the right to express himself in one word: superiority.
Can the greatness that surrounds you from the basic features of Creation form comparisons with the two auxiliary words “more” and “most”?
I realize that I am not the human being capable of awakening ample feelings and immediate certainty, I am not the game of a magician who leads public attention in the labyrinths of a much wider mind. But I am the supreme flower of a creation called “space-time”, a transient one from concrete art – to a Surrealism seen as a state, as a way of life. I still feel as part of a painting placed in an atmosphere of longing, in which the frontal plane is attached to the symbolic expression of an unshakable trust in the existence of an absolute reality, recording the image of the being over time, in a lively and exciting portrait.
Every reality has its story. From poetry to visual arts, as in many other respects, I am admirable through the blend of colors and romance. Permanent as an event that repeats itself along an intellectualist novel, full of the sensational, I carefully keep behind the décor that urges you to dream so many wounds that still leave traces, an area of existence in which I experience with a perfect spirit the experiment of a flame found inside another flame, a thinking understood through a circumstance above his will.
Any other flower, as the centerpiece of an artistic creation, inspiration and symbol, embraces the necessity of nature to articulate the context of change. There is an exception, of course. At the same time, a creation of nature is the fall in the midst of a reality that transcends the plan of the immediate manifestation. Her basic peculiarities lie in the mystic ecstasy, not as a magic act of deceiving destiny but as a source of spirituality, but also in the contemplation of the infinite moment called “Now”.
I do not know where the fears of a being that does not even have a scientific name come from. But the humiliation of being retreated into a world of its own, in a chimera-filled atmosphere, in a discreet and honorable manner, away from the happiness of experiencing a vision of reaching a new understanding, becomes a sort of prison in which you are free to look at reality as you wish, but still accepting it as a gift from God.
Are you able to create a different view of the possibility of existing as a creative being, through the extrospection of a privileged alterity that evolves from image to symbol?
The creation of an artist can form the degree of comparison with the two auxiliary words “more” and “most” when it comes to approaching a theme designed to become the symbol of a universal artistic movement. “More” is the beginning of a construction meant to change things, while “most” is an overlapping of meanings attributed to the forms of reality with which the consciousness of immanent transcendence, the light of spiritual exaltation, comes into contact.
I am not just a red rose, full of sensitivity. I am the color of the sacrifice brought by the Son of God for the salvation of mankind. Life is a bit harder with those who accept the Lord’s challenge of living and dying after His Word in the glory of a moment that enriches its graceful content by paying tribute to beauty that is also kindness. Sometimes you have to give up something of yourself to leave behind a memory, a pleasant impression, a stage that has been enormous for the evolution of mankind to a higher level of consciousness and spirituality. It is to leave behind a creation of genius, in order to fully receive a glorious eternity.
This is the case when you try to fit into the space of an overview on a theme that the artist dedicates to the painting that will become the symbol of a universal artistic movement. A logic filled with common sense, is not it?
All I have left to do in this wonderful summer day is to bless the moment when I was given special attention because of the need to place myself at the forefront of understanding a gesture full of gratitude. This morning, someone wanted me more than ever, that my master was trying to break a part of me, a bud who was about to flourish. Thus, I rose to the height of a thought of great human depth; it is called love.
A writer of my master’s level would have framed this sublime moment in a struggle with the power of suffering, of love: it is as if I would give my left hand to someone who doesn’t have one, thus giving myself a new chance to be someone else, clinging to every minute of the hope of a miracle, feeling it and experiencing it truly, exhausting it… and I would not give it back until there was nothing left of it.
What value do you give to the life experiences and the urge to put yourself in the position of being able to live in a work that while imperfect is still so amazing?
Perhaps I am only an extension of a complex personality whose work encompasses and correlates in an original way with aesthetic intervention in the thread of life. As an artist of a total artwork, I have mastered the merit of shocking viewers through the mixture of innovation and banality, preparing the conscience of the world for the encounter with an illusionist space in which are exerted forces of knowledge difficult to perceive with physical eyes, only through spiritual science.
The period of spiritual transformation begins with the acceptance of existence in terms of the appreciation that a rational being nurtures for all that surrounds it. In this regard, I find myself in the words of an earthly man, that glorious Egyptian in the novel of Mika Waltari, who has the most expensive and strongest soul experience meant to bring the long-awaited spiritual rebirth:
“For I, Sinuhe, have lived in every man who lived before me and live in every man who will live after me. I live in the weeping and joy of every man, I live both in the goodness and even in the wickedness of every man, I will live in the righteousness and unrighteousness of man, I live in his weakness and his power. I do not want my name to remain immortal, like a memory that you can hardly give up, because I will live eternally in every man by the idea of comparison to a story whose reality escapes regular observation, but which demonstrates fluidity and the difficult to predict evolution of events.”
I am the king of my kingdom. When I am in the midst of other flowers, the world is witnessing the return of a beauty that feeds on the life of an artist with immeasurable intelligence and spirituality, demanding of the intervention of nature a key to understanding the mystery of a world that awaits to be nourished with comfort, gentleness, warmth, compassion. Even if we are dealing with the most basic spatial orientation, which is symmetry, rigor and frontality of the painting that glorifies the union with God, always overwhelming in any style and form, my traits – defining for art – are only visible to those willing to recognize them, to acquire them, to feel them as being theirs.
To my life experiences I give the value of an image that, in a simulated reality, in itself being able to be contained in another simulation, often succeeds in defying the viewer’s intelligence.
At a revealing reconsideration from the perspective a genius masterpiece, someone would pick me up from a garden carefully maintained with a house-keeping passion, thus feeling that I am carried towards sweet immortality, while a poet would dedicate an admirable ode to me with spirit and truth: “Teach me to believe in people again, teach me to believe in dreams again. So I can be your humble hero forever ! ”
The true masterpiece to which leadership relates is the experience with which you support the novelty of creation from the existence of an artist who assumes the role of mediator between man and nature.
Eternal Flame is an extension of hope in an enormous source of inspiration necessary for the artist to acquire immortality. It is what you see when you feel the pulse of life as a rose that chooses to be wrapped more in the nets of a fascinating narrative deployed in the artistic plane than in the nets of a purely romantic aspiration.
* Note: Brand X Music - "Eternal Flame"
