Master, Thank You For Invictus

Develop your identity in accordance with the soul model that raises you to a wider spiritual perspective, taking into account the feeling of fulfillment that is found in the comparison: splendor-durability.

The rose. I spent my whole morning talking to it about the universe, referring to the space of a pictorial work in which nature gets reddish-yellowish, and it listened to me without saying anything, without suspecting the fantasy of the mind of the one who devoted his whole life to the fulfillment of a higher purpose than the ennoblement of a literary writing.

We spoke of the simultaneity and succession of phenomena in time, whose unknown causes have sown in me the seeds of wisdom, hope and trust unrestrained in a divinity that, in an unusual way, seems to lead my steps in either one direction or another, as if I had been inscribed in a book that is to be read without pause. Our discussion remained fixed in the memory of time.

The rose smiled at me with that strange beauty that shines on the faces of exceptional painters, in whose minds there is a gruesome idea of the depths that reveal the most representative artistic creations, having an existential correspondent in Faust the Seeker who was born in the soul of Goethe. I perceived it as an echo of a history measured in centuries, while he probably imagined himself as part of a divine scenario whose director is building patterns of life in favor of a subtle chromatic spontaneity.

Humanism takes into account the feeling of true fulfillment found in the comparison: splendor-durability. The rose, the symbol of humanism, gives a compositional equilibrium to an artistic work where life, the internal structure of a resonant space and emotional echoes, perceives the value of the center of a universe full of fantasy and sensibility whose spatial expanse lies between “The dream of a summer night” and “Foucault’s Pendulum.”

Is your experience of life condensed with the idea of a universal memory designed to recognize an essential experience that has the character of a creation willing to be the copy of an omniscient entity?

The testimony to the vast horizon of functioning of a perspective that has been conventionally called “artistic” lies in the fundamental coordinates of a life that sets itself in the cultural memory of the world. Coordinates such as the feeling of a unique presence, the feeling of a special happiness, the projection of a personal intrigue in a high-power narrative are the attributes of an artist who continues his work of creation by using dialogues in the form of symbolic memories:

- Am I to understand that you recognize in me what you are for eternity? Am I to be the example of uniqueness that you relate to when the universe chooses the correspondent of thought in which it will always exist as a being? He asks me as a spiritual interlocutor, pushing to the center of attention the reasoning of being subordinate to a power outside of him, to an omniscient entity.

The artist in me could capture in this rose the next aspect of the universe, reproduced by an older philosophy, imprinted in the memory of time as a synthesis formula between detail and general, a formula for the realization of an enlightened thought in which fits the echo of a material movement:

“When I look at the totality of things as forming a unit, a unique nature, I have the idea of a force. But if I look at them as singulars, I have the idea of more forces that develop after their inner laws and go through all the possible embodiments they are capable of. All in nature are nothing more than those forces in a certain determination.”

Does your tendency towards higher symbolism bring universal language closer to natural language, in the form of a creature full of resemblances between “power” and “sensitivity” that can be perpetuated anywhere, anytime and with anyone?

The essential feature of an artist is that he can reproduce a reality full of spiritual content. Through suggestion, through detail, through mastery, through imagination and artistic accuracy, I try to project my temperance in front of the petty temptations of the times, apart from any rules or patterns defined by the phenomenon of mass multiplication, in which old forms of knowledge or artistic performance can easily be reproduced, manipulated, evoked, parodied and ironized.

- Are you able to give me an eternal memory that I will return to every morning? I asked him with the sincerity of the artist who sets his ambition to encompass the whole world in the direction of the soul’s momentum, one who puts his own identity in the position of communicating with a writer who builds the image of a higher reality over an ordinary one.

And the rose answered me with the excitement of a painter standing before the finished painting, justifying the unique expression of universal consciousness:

- Without you, I can only exist as a given of nature, as a simple, shallow and fleeting experience, as a mere nostalgia or a sadness without tears. No one speaks a word of wisdom to me, no one speaks as if speaking with an intelligent and cultured man. Everybody sells me, you keep me. Some admire me in passing, but do not contemplate me with the loving attention of an artist who knows how to deliver the vision of a future life. Others promise one thing, and then they seem to remember nothing. Nobody is enlivening my essence. Nobody but you.

Then there was silence. A pause that has to be viewed from up close one in a wide-open horizontal plane, so that you can sense the uninterrupted outline of a prominent emotion created by the dream of a human being, enhanced by the valences of an affected nostalgia:

- You see me as a perfect means of communication with the object of a direct experience, you are like a powerful force in the universe with a long organic poem, with the organicity of the experiences arranged in a description that passes through the eons of the Holy Spirit and God the Father. For others, there is only a star that is moving away, a flower that loses its petals, a color that fades. But for you, I am the power of creation that constantly illuminates and constantly heats the soul. Because of you, I feel immortal as a god, spiritually assured of a symbolism that prevails among all. Master, thank you for Invictus !

Can the image you form of the identity that represents you amplify the effect of the visual density of a world created through a symbiosis between the artist and the subject of his painting?

My Rose, Double Delight. You listen to me as a child listen’s to one’s parent, as the spirit bows before the amplitude of a star, especially as you seem to possess certain attributes: knowledge of things and their order, feelings of joy, peace, freedom and the will to decide what attitude to have when faced with change.

Your thorns are the fan of interpretations loaded with a lot of objectivity, an original conception of the mercy of life, a manifestation of the conviction that everything can be personalized with a triumphant message: be what others consider you to be, but always as an example of God’s work.

Regarding the character of configurations closed or opened by the effect of visual density, you can be placed in the coordinate of a concept of harmonious development that suggests, through a mystical filter, the prophecy about the exceptional destiny of an ordinary man motivated by an aspiration for immortality.

By placing yourself in the center of a mature reflection on beauty, under the solemnity of a fine painting full of artistic conception, you inspire me a certain wisdom about how God created the universe, which should help me better appreciate the wonder of creation. And, unparalleled, in the way you stand still in the beating of a light breeze, one can recognize a strong inspiration from the philosophy of a Prospero or a Merlin:

“Give me matter and I will build the world from it, that is, give me matter and I will show you how the world should be formed. Because if there is matter that is gifted with a force of attraction, it is not difficult to establish the causes who have contributed to the formation of the world system.”

A creation willing to be the copy of an omniscient entity is the formula of accomplishing a miracle called the “echo of a life lived in immortality” through a soulful, emotional experience due to the deep meaning it carries.

Master, Thank You for Invictus highlights the sense of closeness between the artist and his creation, an approach animated by the revelation of a connection with an intelligence far superior to man.