Everything Is Coming Up Roses
Learn to support with all the force and expressiveness of your creation the movement of the world through time, as an extension of the soul of Man to the infinite intelligence of nature.
I walk through the garden, through this wonderful oasis of relaxation and peace in which the chirping of the birds turns into a miraculous concert, where the fresh smell of the spring rain makes you drunk, a morning breeze like a slight flap of the wings of earth butterflies. I pause to think for a moment. I look upon the splendid Double-Delight, gladly look at this dew-filled rose and I feel enveloped by the comfort of a particular culture, the charming chains of an undisguised spell that traverses the path of reality from the boundless and hidden world of dreams.
The limitlessness of a fragment of what femininity, refinement and elegance mean makes its way through the garden’s attractions. We are like brothers, enriched by the overflow of a world that slowly opens a gate towards the absolute of an endless fullness; the one we find in the power of the wisdom that has lasted for thousands of years, in the face of the suggestive capacities of the word full of mysteries, used as a way of interrogating the capabilities of painting and visuality.
This rose, my favorite, is the masterpiece of a confrontation on the track of the intellect inscribed on the coordinate of a higher soul, detached from a story with wonderful simple words and unexpected meaning. It falls into the category of a writer’s subject of elevated ingenuity, where it is possible for reality to meet with imagination from all points of view.
Probably, in a painting painted in Titian’s favorite colors, my rose could appear as a permanent beauty of life lived through the grace of an eternity of the present, a spread of the open-minded idea in a splendid combination of yellow and red, elegance and finesse, character and destiny.
Do you feel able to approach an image of what the imitation of nature means, thinking about the endlessness of a man’s life through a comprehensive, varied symbol?
First of all, I believe that leadership should weave its entire interpretation through a comprehensive, varied symbol that best characterizes a state of mind called “peace”, quietness, perseverance, spiritual finding, self-reconciliation, vigil.
The rose is the subtlety of a simple description, without exaggeration. I will now add a little fiction to it. Looking at you with the eye of an artist, like any lover of beauty and nature, I uncover the strength and genius needed to build a work made to last for centuries as a reminder of an earlier earthly life designed to keep us united in consciousness and feelings, in a divine symbol as an expression of a perfect beauty.
It is like touching the mystery of a being built from a single particle of the universe that always urges you to virtue, to surpassing yourself, thinking, meditation, suggesting a closeness to an absolute goal or a hidden order of things governed by superior intelligence, but rewritten by such a vibrant soul, of such a keen consciousness in the service of a noble ideal.
Painting is the habit of the mind to analyze the beauty of a living body in which a higher individuality is reincarnated.
The rose seen as a model of inspiration. I do not paint you as I would a geisha with a smirk on her face and holding a fan that has no practical role other than being mere decoration. I will not put a necklace around you to awaken the feeling of value in a knightly theme of great interest, or by reducing your value to a retro concept. I will not paint you with dead eyes, as a Nefertiti, by resorting to unnatural perfection of the features and complexion. But I will let you shine in prolonging a research on the imaginary, whose stakes are: the symbolism of memory and parallel universes.
Can you determine the height of an artistic image by comparing what the journey of life can bring to you and what keeps you in a certain attitude towards the values of millennial spirituality?
I used to say that today is like tomorrow. All the horizons of my life are lost in the infinity of one world, all roads lead to you. I talk to you and listen to you with much interest, because I know how you feel at every touch, with every petal that falls to the ground, or when you shake it all down, when you drop down, when you shower me with a woman’s scent.
Your thorns, the passing pain that caresses an ultrasensitive area of my memory, the suffering of a past that now only exists through the force of the present frees me from any enclosure within myself. You don’t understand it. I can tell it by your smile.
Often, I recognize your image trapped in memory after every word, a bright red that changes its color visibly into a pale yellow, with a scent of the ephemeral. From a simple contemplation of the static image, a spatial metaphor capable of evoking a “close” and “far away” is born, between which is hidden the existence of an infinite vibration, of an eternally creative pulsation.
Significantly, I see you again with the spirit of a writer, one who knows how to value the sublime moment of a meeting with a special friend, Cella Serghi, from a picture of her memory, welcome at all times and in all circumstances:
“With how much lack of consciousness I allowed you to enter my life ! I have removed, I have mercilessly struck everything that tied me, everything that stood in your way. After how selfish I was, after how uncaring I was of certain pains, which my change brought on, I understand today how happy I was back then. For a long time I have not loved you… I loved your momentum, your jealousy, your desires and worries, gathered around me, your need to always see me. Everything you said had a new sound, it was original because you thought differently than anything else I’d heard before. I loved your ability to be passionate, concerned for me.”
The values of a woman who often allowed words to lead her life, values such as sincerity, wisdom, maturity, resistance to change, modesty, discretion, freedom, are also the values of a spirituality that rose shared this morning with me, a short conversation which, I hope, will always remain in the memory of the world and of the universe.
The height of an artistic image captures the causal link between what gives meaning to your life and what inspires you when every second of life is an experiment of language.
If something is sometimes lacking in my life, as the artist often lacks the right conjuncture to capture a look that says everything, this is due to the lack of dialogue with the earth element. Let us keep looking for the optical center of the main scene from a much larger landscape created by the intervention of a creator of art, despite the chaos of shapes and colors that dominate it.
The rose, a symbol of the creation of the world and of man in Persian writings, inspires a certain resonance that persists long after the viewer ceases to look at it. It helps me focus my whole writer magic on a single scan of the human universe, and until I find the opportunity to break the time, and the transparency of paintings with such diverse themes, I can gather a little fiction, twists, mysteries, suspense and two stories in one.
He loved the roses so much because they reminded him of her life, her soul overlaid over a landscape portrait polished with astral energetic vibrations, with the language of the universe, transiently shaded by white clouds. They especially liked the confessions that say everything, that disarm, warns the future, adding life to the most agitated of years.
Moreover, she also flirted with the desire of being loved, admired, as beautiful as possible, and to give love, so much that she used to be remarked by the force of prose devoured by lyricism, by the symbolic knowledge of the beauty of the roses in his garden.
I should have known it now, but now Everything is coming up roses.
Leadership, seen as a symbol of a unique literary creation, is especially justified as the insertion of a life story in the memory of the world, both true and false at the same time, fictitious and effective, but always as wonderful as the contemplation of a rose, Double-Delight.
Everything Is Coming Up Roses when you understand that life is a contemplation of nature that wants to be eternal in a creation made all around the Creator.
