Look At Me Sincerely And Don't Pretend That You Don't See Me

Learn to turn your art into the wonderful story of a being of nature compatible with the nobility, solemnity and spirituality of an image of "The One Who Is Unimaginable".

I’m just a leaf, perhaps the most visible in a higher plane of existence, because of my mood. You see me, you feel me, you remember me in your memory, don’t you? I am the image of a movement sensitive to the call made by the change of seasons, ispirazione o omaggio all’artista, giving time the example of a total freedom of approach to art, to beauty and good, provided I am considered the key and prime condition of any freedom of expression.

Attractive, well-groomed, my sight is your own sight to which is added the feeling of a providence that I also felt so many times “present” in the artist’s sense of seeing a powerful and vibrant reality, extended in a dreamy expression, melancholic or suffering. Eyes strongly impregnated with naturalism never forget a wonder of nature, and the gaze, even the most distant, cannot avoid the eye coming into contact with art. Above all, the art of making a painting a dream story, or a story a sublime painting-like image.

A play of colors in an autumn landscape, or a tired hope in a game of hide and seek?

There is a kind of gaze that the eye only catches by relating to an artistic reality. It’s called photography, or scientific creation. Here I am mentioned only in passing, rarely for the purpose of ensuring solemnity, and only by lovers of selfies. Discreetly, with good taste, pleading for the autonomy of aesthetics, I had to make a habit of introducing myself into the landscape of a painting with the visionary gaze of an artist who knows how to express very well absolutely everything everyone knows, but which the world cannot do.

So great is my desire to be immortalized in a painting ordered to be brilliant, or at least in a poem of genius that marks the culture of the world. I think this is where the philosophy of great artists intersects with my thoughts.

Can what highlights your image be associated with the art of immortalizing artistically cut states from a certain area of ​​nature’s sensitivity that can transfigure you into an enthusiast of pure feelings?

If you do not know how to be a leaf, pleasant to the touch, in the proper sense of the word “Creation”, placing the brush among a multitude of colors sensitive to sight, then you know nothing about how to be a force of nature that the artist exercises in order to make a masterpiece. A leaf can express an exclamation, a question or an answer. He knows how to enjoy in every moment the static or dynamic image that the artist captures in an attempt to articulate a detail that often appears at the most inappropriate moments.

The same leaf, from the great mixture of colors of the world, guides my thoughts, soul, vision, to a fragment from “1001 Nights”, because the leaf has the gift of telling the story of the tree from which it fell, and the tree knew well the man who planted it. And that man, when he was a poor young man, poor but dreamy, made a journey to the edge of the Syrian Desert, a desert that stretches to the Euphrates, and where the caliph Harun al-Rashid of the Abbasid Dynasty ruled. In this desert he wrote his own story.

- Can you tell me, young man, where did you get all this from, as long as you are only a subject of my subjects? Harun al-Rasid asks him. How is it, then, that you have reached, in such a short time, and so young still, this stage of wealth, fame and power? You, who were the laziest and softest of all that can be found on the face of the earth?

- I will tell you my story, oh Emir of the Faithful, which is such a wonderful story and full of magical happenings, if it were written with a needle in the inner corner of the eye, it would be a teaching of great benefit to one who would like to enjoy it.

And all this because a leaf marks the passage between the worlds, being taken into account only by the memory of a conscience that knows how to write a story about “destiny” with the test of faith, wisdom and creative zeal.

Can you explore the fine areas of your sensitivity on the principle of association that governs spirituality, solemnity, and the power of genuine feelings that turn a thousand people into one?

The leaf can memorize, it can listen to me, just as I listen to it, because the leaf doesn’t care who sees it, as long as no one talks about it. When I lift it, lightly, gently, with a painter’s own sensitivity, I provoke an immense happiness, as when touched by a delicate summer rain. And because it feels my warmth, my reality, my heart, it responds to me in the tone of a poet full of hope in the message of its work: “Obviously everything has its secret drop of poetry, its song. To feel it is a great gift; to make us feel it, that is something of the power of God.”

I understand it, I know the meaning of its life on earth, because I am also from the earth, and it returns to me. The leaf continues to follow its path paved by the fate of a wanderer, the fate of a pharaoh, the fate of a warrior, the fate of a jeweler, or the fate of a martyr. Following it on the road, as it is taken by the wind, with all its artistic content, in the beat of solemnity, I easily discover at every step a lot of beings, other faces and colors, other connections, other things about myself.

And, giving peace, light, moments of lucidity, it has the power to wink at me, but in such a way that my gaze does not find its release. Only very little. The leaf awakens in me a lot of thoughts, insecure and fleeting, but tender and full of wisdom. Probably it has its correspondent in the phenomena of the soul contraction of a shapely muse, beyond the fine layers of a natural make-up: the fine notes of intimate life, the fine notes of picturesque, the fine notes of mysterious and pretentious begin their first contraction, after examining the extremely delicate observations of a living and alert spirit.

I am the spirit of a leaf that has put itself in the place of a brilliant artist, very experienced in making his art the wonderful story of a leaf compatible with the nobility, solemnity and spirituality of an image of "The One Who Is Unimaginable”.

Leadership is the image of the “Unimaginable” embodied in a work of art whose message, which is the test of time, can be expressed as follows: “The hardest thing in the world is to accept to always be the same you, in a different way and another look.”

Look At Me Sincerely And Don’t Pretend That You Don’t See Me if you really want to understand how the artist reaches the level of Great Art through a special technique called Syrapher-Nupithos, or “the voice of the Lord in every expression of nature”.

I slowly lift my gaze and look into the eyes of the leaf to my right. You are right, that is how your eyes are, they resemble mine quite well, for the eyes of the LORD run to and from throughout the whole earth, to show Himself strong on behalf of them whose heart is perfect toward him.