Open Your Eyes
Raise your understanding of what is told through images of a strong expressiveness, differentiating what lays behind them from what gives them stability and durability.
This song has something of a discrete solemnity, leaving me expecting something at the border of knowledge and arrogance, in the perspective of the real-existing alternative of a static picture frame. It seems to be a special law of creation criticized from the perspective of a logical utopia worthy of Iain M. Banks, with cries that overwhelm my troubled inner world in a whirlwind of vividly written experiences.
When I try to taste the flavor of life in the cup of a verse written in immortality, I have a lot to bear, but I always get to the essence.
The title itself, "Open Your Eyes", by conventionally accepting the innovating element by which the work presents itself as a representation of the universe, from the Immortality Syndrome cycle, makes me reflect – blinded by a star whose mass is half the mass of the Sun – at a new dimension of things preserved as a reference in the mastery of the representation of line, color and empirical, subjective, geometric means, in a symbolic word, of the writing of the writing space.
The gaze directed towards the concrete horizon of the sensible world can become a parable of the true science of life, full of wisdom and depth.
I listen to it thinking of the purpose of a new tomorrow, like in a Persian chronicle. I feel like I’m launching myself on an imaginary journey with lots of blooms but so full of meanings. Things are always different when you try to seduce someone with an ambiguous expression. I see through an open window to an endless treasure where the most precious diamonds are contained only by the mind of the artist and by the soul of a gaze towards the concrete horizon of the sensitive world as a parable of the true science of life.
I learned many things from this song placed against the backdrop of a "cover" that reminds one of Carlo Salmoni’s surrealistic paintings, particularly evident in increasing the consciousness of a mental state manifested in many ways, intuition-focused attention being the main way in which important things can be better remembered.
Before preserving just what is valid for the creation of an artistic finality, do you try to sketch the consequences of your own interventions in the space of a comparison with what is subjectively revealed?
He who really listens to me seems to have gone through the brushes of a perfect impressionist painter, tearing his soul with questions and answers about life in an eternal quest of treasures lost in the whirlwind of the darkness of times that created my dependence on poetic means of creation.
At the words of Sympathy, in Hazar Afsaneh, silent in exploring time as the sound of a needle falling to the floor, I would now refer to the search for meanings of the notion of "light", thinking simply with the mind of an artist in which the link between the macro- and microcosm, providing the consistent exposure of symbolic parallelism: "And if sometimes some people’s conversation is more hidden, they do it this way so that they grab your attention and to delight the minds that manage to untie the most sublime thread."
I feel that after I am better oriented in the maze of creation, I will notice that it is not so complicated to unravel the sublime thread of universal memory concealed in a star outside the real world, far away, where the horizon scatters on what could exist and existed only through profound changes towards light, with penetrations into the psychology of art.
Art that learns only from meanings always has a personal character. Whoever dares to understand me, where creations go one after the other, must show the same attachment to the use of color in a space called "Singularity" where the laws of physics, as we know them, cease to function. Tiziano Vecellio would understand me best.
Is your approach to the rigors of artistic perfection allowed by the re-assessment of the creator role in an underground of receiving values that question the ways of seeing the world?
To listen is to see. The Infinite seems to be revealing itself to me as a symbol of freedom of expression gained in the eternity of a pure feeling that I have the power to recognize as the natural component of a rising rhythm: "regain your energy and vitality ! " Trance music seduces through the rhythm of progressive becoming, shaping and embellishing the work of creation, carrying you into a storytelling universe, and making you remember who you are in a higher plan of existence seen through the eyes of faith in God.
How fast and fleeting, among their attributes, must be the states of the soul existing in a variety of artistic expressions, such as the smile of a ray of light thrown over things hidden in the shadows or in a deeper darkness. Wherever it walks, the eye of the mind sees a trajectory of boundaries, or the boundaries of a territory to be populated with shapes, perpetuating perfection in a moment that transcends time.
What a splendid journey to the magical world of a time conceived as an abstract composition of verses without real significance or with many possible meanings, whose duration can only be extended by the shadow of a memory, into a philosophy of history overflowing over the whole creation of a world that is changing.
The values of my art, such as expressiveness, uniqueness or imagination, question the classical ways of perceiving the world in that they can be regarded as a path that always allows for wandering, as a radius whose brightness darkens with the lack of knowledge of the great mysteries of creation. I, the artist of many centuries to come, think it will be so: from my renewing art the whole world will feed and change, but nobody can easily understand it.
The horizon of affirmation of an art of great originality is accessible through an accumulation of tongues that are instilled in your mind with every moment in which you get rid of thoughts and emotions, even if they do not scream to be felt and accepted in a story space.
Open Your Eyes to see everything from the reverse of what is revealed to you through the labyrinth of an illusion that gets accents of reality, even when everything is shrouded in doubt as a question regarding the various aspects of relating art to an ideal of personality.
Behind each image, a meaning is hidden, and what assures stability and durability of the image is the understanding of this meaning that tests the viewer’s attention. What did you find out about me after going through this article? What exactly did I hide from you, and how can it be clarified?
