He Who Knows How To See Observes His Vision Well
To understand the meaning of an artistic image, you must see in it an expanding universe that assumes the depths of an incomparable creator.
This morning I received a brightly colored painting as a gift from a beginner painter. Full of naturalness, representing the dynamism of time in the light of a gorgeous sunset, the painting seems to speak for itself with that delicacy of ambiguous states, found in the intimacy of some travel diaries. To understand it you have to see inside things, to see it cleanly as artistic integrity, with a meaning inclined to dreaming, to meditation, to find in it that peace of mind that promises to become contagious. To see in him the state of a being who purified himself to such an extent, who developed his intellectual capacity and perceptive power to such an extent, that he managed to rise to the sublime regions of the spirit that animates the universe.
I had before my eyes an inevitable stage of a successful psychotherapy, felt as an effect of the liberation of the soul that manifests itself in the waking state, a necessary stop from a longer journey, an image springing from a strong and unbridled vitality, from a life in communion with God. The painting represents an expanding universe. Naturally, I looked at it in the light of a pure soul, with the eyes of a soothing mind, free from any constraint, which, in contact with the fragility of a real-imaginary encounter, becomes much more precious than ten thousand carnal eyes, more inspired by a plastic refinement extremely.
For its part, the painting looked at me from the perspective of a journey from age to age, with that subtle force that passes from one soul to another, tuning in by extension to a metaphysical plane, to a reality that can only be spoken of in whispers, something that is related to a secondary philosophical plane. Thank you, dear painting, because you looked at me with the eyes of the soul, comforting my thoughts with the tenderness of a pilgrim who carries his life’s work in his bag, because you gave me back the strength of the gaze that the eye needs to see beyond by the limits of space and time.
Do you realize how a work of art that steals the attention of your eyes with that simple experience unfolding in the absence of its creator feels towards you?
By making me aware of having what I call a vision, the artist’s work seems justified in believing that the time is not far when I myself will be part of her world. And not only from her world, of unlimited freedom, but also from the world of a consciousness that wanted to create as beautiful as possible a space in which to dream, having the opportunity to travel through art to any corner of the world. I still wonder how a work of art that steals the attention of my eyes with that simple experience developed in the absence of its creator feels towards me.
And why not? The eye is not the fruit of an action reminiscent of artistic contemplation, being more evident in the process of awareness of the surrounding objects, essential in the relationship between fine arts and nature, but especially in relation to a reality that absorbs you in a dizzying vortex from which there is no escape. Rather, like a synthetic drug that alters the state of mind and perception, the sight of the eye (not being masked by everyday banality) derives above all from the free exercise of spiritual activity according to the research of beauty as a universal material for the representation of heavenly symbols.
Isn’t subtlety what defines me? The subtlety of a strange link between metaphor and observation based on the demands of the acuteness of the artistic spirit, a link that invades the intimacy of an ever-young, never-ending story. Certainly, only with my eyes can I penetrate into the intimacy of a world of which I have only a vague idea, and that only if the vision is focused on the ideal-real duality, where the appearance of an unfocused vision is complemented by the imagination. For this reason, a simple way of examining vision can be deduced, opening the space of the depths of a world that arranges its meaning in the depths of my soul.
Can you describe an emotion capable of generating a background image, treating it with a superiority that you strive to hide from the world?
The painting is all before my eyes. I want to say that the advancement of vision is nothing more than a natural recognition of the merits that the eyes acquire through an enrichment of perspectives and understanding towards the visible part of reality, not towards the deep part of the creations that the reality of the painting reflects. And by virtue of these merits, such as the merit of appearance not always being truth, or the appearance of truth as a condition of appearance, they progressively return to the center of attention, makes the artist absolutely claim the existence of illusion so that art can expand its borders and to change his style.
The painting depicts an idyllic summer landscape, with a sun that does not set, but only descends on the horizon. And in this landscape that absorbs me in a kind of indistinct suspense, beyond the extension of a Triuleraos Agnal Zaitaznes, an extension of a free present, detached from the past, the facets of reality take on new dimensions and intensities.
Suddenly, I feel as if I am being looked at by a comprehensive vision with that expression of attention of the eyes that turn inward before ricocheting to the center of an incredible flowering of visual experience. The eyes themselves have the main focus on my power to endure any soulful message, because the painting seems to speak to me on account of Alexandru Vlahuţă’s words that characterized the painter Nicolae Grigorescu:
“If you have looked carefully at his things, which, the more you look at them, the more beautiful they are (the sign of the true work), if you have filled your soul with them, late, when you are in the middle of nature and you see its ornaments well, then you say: “Looks made by Grigorescu”. He created a typical world. His and everyone’s. This is the power of Art. And this is its secret. Everything flows. She stops them with her gaze, chooses their view and pours it into eternal patterns. An addition to the living and ever new work of God.”
One of the peculiarities of the immortalization of man through art is this: knowing how to stop with your gaze on an image that, leaving you speechless, makes you feel that you live in a world that revolves around you, but which is still hidden more than the eyes of others.
He Who Knows How To See Observes His Vision Well before he spiritually integrates himself into a painting entitled “Beyond the end of the world”, because seeing means, first of all, distinguishing between the subjective meaning and the objective meaning.
To understand the meaning of an artistic image, you must see in it an expanding universe that assumes the depths of an incomparable creator. And leadership is the “always new” type effect produced by an expanded creation towards a new horizon.
