Eyes Widening Their Gaze Towards The Incarnations Of The Divine

If you want to understand a demonstration of great spiritual density, try to read everything I have written here, arming yourself with the same brush with which the artist paints an image, creating an image.

The rose on my right looks at me like a sun, because whenever I look at it with a special devotion to the secret of the ancient Egyptian priests, it seems to me that my attention is directed to a reality invented by someone who knows how to faithfully reproduce the great key of Solomon in the temple of a lost tongue. His eyes have the shape of a labyrinth, expressing in many ways the work of divine beings, the view beyond sight, a window to the common soul of all created, a sincere and as true as possible reflection of the entire universe around us.

And it was not in vain that I made time to look at the rose, with understanding, with admiration, with condescension, as it looks at me, because our gaze, intersecting in the pale light of eyes that know everything about the secrets of those that invented the written language, is mirrored over the centuries in an instrument of thought called: Hiverdrazel(“what is seen is not shown in its depths”). There is little light, but it must be so, because it is better not to see everything before you feel a connection with the eyes of books that treat sacred language and writing differently.

I immediately realized that our visual and spiritual interaction is an effect of freedom of expression through form and color, through artwork, through symbols and analogies. Each of us is a space-time, we both get lost in the space of a fruitful freedom of thought and unrestricted artistic manifestation. Subjectively, rationally, philosophically, I never thought of this rose in terms of being a saint who determines the temporal realm, but I considered the option of being an artist who sees everything in shades of poetic and aesthetic inspiration.

Is it important in the development of your art to obtain an image capable of representing the subject in its essence, starting from the consideration that what you express is what essentializes you?

How much should I admire your eyes for them to overwhelm me with a meaningful look? If I did so, if I looked at you incessantly, with a love of art, with twinkles of stars, would your eyes acquire the radiance of a gaze in love with beauty?
Perhaps, only the eyes that widen their gaze are the object of inspiration of an artist who expands his field of creation in all directions. And to bring this look to an end is an attempt to awaken the affective disposition of the eyes which comprise the artistic side of beauty only with the soul of a saint.

Capturing a life situation in drawing is also an integral part of a look at the miraculous embodiment of the purity and finesse of natural material, with a special texture and emanating the warmth of an artistic reality that transcends the beauty of the pretext of discovering the authenticity of nature in its original simplicity. The rose is the perfect model for serving art in depth.

Perhaps this is where my interest in painting comes from, due to the finesse of a look that amplifies its expressiveness through words, through lyricism, through color, through what is more attractive to a good story: its simplicity, the sincerity of the main character. The rose bows before my art, making me feel like in the presence of an overwhelming power, inseparable from the nobility and dignity of a creator who does not force me to accept his presence, but who lets me understand it as it is revealed he usually reveals himself, through symbols.

I realized that my eyes, full of generosity, attentive to all the sacred works that are done for the glory of God, capture only what artists can present in their works: the relationships between figures, seals, characters or ceremonies, all wrapped in a kind of meaning that changes the perception of the relationship between truth and fiction. The shutters of the world to the soul, therefore, must fit exactly with the aesthetics of a space of invocation, bright and generous, a space of excellence of the refined spirit and, above all, must match the visual of an image that embodies all human sensitivity limited to the status of a symbol.

Can your creation give you an idea of ​​how you can absorb a memory that you want kept close to your soul, as if you hadn’t experienced it all, but been told about it by someone else?

It is said that if you break a blood-colored petal from a Damascus rose, in the first hour of the sunset on Bear Day, so on the first day of August, and if you soak it in cold spring water together with some fresh basil leaves, and put it on a baby’s forehead, he will never suffer from unhappiness and meaninglessness in life. And if you dip a bud of the same rose in a glass of chamomile syrup, add two measures of apple cider vinegar with a pinch of salt, and immediately put it on a baby’s chest, he will sleep comfortably even in time of rain, storm and tempest.

Do you see well what I’m showing you? Do you predict the true measure of my art, the true spell of a long-forgotten writing that captures two similar spiritual entities, but opposed by the form in which they were invested by nature? Maybe, maybe not.

What is certain is that an art will never be better highlighted, through a poetic, expressive or plastic language, determining us to look at reality with orienting lenses, unless the perspective effect captured in a single image is increased with the help of a figure of speech which, for rhetorical effect, refers directly to one thing, by mentioning another.

Umberto Eco said this in other words, more refined, in his famous novel: “The Name of the Rose”:

“Everything conspires to make me believe that I was dreaming of something, but in an abnormal form, as, according to the poet, the one who dreams in a dream is close to awakening. I shouldn’t remember anything. But I remember everything, as if I wasn’t the one experienced all this, but it had been told to me by someone else.”

Certainly, in terms of the language written with meaning and artistic message, with some universality, with an obscure religion and disappeared without a trace, there is still a piece of information that controls the operation of a cryptographic algorithm, a una herramienta para abrir una cerradura, a secret key characterized as “a mirror of the mind”.

You will find this key only if you know how to read everything I have written here, with the eye of an initiated man, with the same brush with which the artist paints an image, creating an image.

Leadership is that piece of valuable information that builds the image of a single past existence by evoking a fascinating scenario created for the sake of emphasizing a mood, an expression of personality or an idea of ​​great significance.

The Eyes That Widen Their Gaze Towards The Incarnations Of The Divine are the same eyes that look at the essence of art and aesthetics through a symbol that marks those visual memories and feelings of great appreciation, able to define the artist’s mission to transpose a reality into a universe.

The Divine is the story of a fabulous creation that never ends. Two incarnations fully characterize it: the incarnation in an earthly body and the incarnation in a human body. Art unites them both in a symbol. The rose is the most precious symbol of the Kabbalists.

Understand me well, do not oppose the experience of initiation into the mysteries of nature, and maybe one day you will learn to turn yourself into a rose.