Senianymo

The beauty of art is to always know that you are painted with eyes that cannot be seen, but that can be seen in the background of a view from another world.

I am the mirage of a rose because I see myself reflected in a purer, livelier world, more inclined to good and beautiful, even if I am magnified and often distorted by the nostalgia of a pregnant, repetitive time. They are the power of the rose to be listened to, understood, adored, through the nobility of an artistic, eloquent and perennial authenticity. They are the unspoken history of a rose artistically doubled by the transition from the emotional space to the space of a literary event of great scope and visibility that presupposes, mainly, a concentration on interiority.

I am more than a man, I am a gift of nature, a worshiper of nature, an embodied spirit of nature. That is why, in art, it is so important to aim for the absolute, accepting the symbolic value of a periodic renewal. Because being a man of great refinement, and at the same time a product of nature, is the impeccable combination of imagination and color, between man’s openness to the beautification of the soul, the cultivation of taste for the select and beautiful, and the purest sincerity.

I realized in time that painting is the product of nature judged in a human way, clothed in a human language with all its limitations and imperfections, but always rendered by a psychological color code. And the attitude of approaching the portrait in painting can be justified by man’s relationship with himself, but also with nature, in an eternity of the feeling of closeness to the divine, of feelings expressed metaphorically, in an expressive way, towards the accuracy of a visual image.

Can you engage in an imaginative process that reflects the conceptions, worries, and emotional concerns of the dreamer as part of an artistic endeavor open to the divine nature?

I think that only here, in the world of painting, in the technique of brushing, in this unwritten pact with the divinity, do I feel most at ease, other than I am in real life, with such a large share of the emotional in the decision to develop what is better in a story about the duality of the human soul. The work of an artist is the work created by a divine being after accepting the understanding of nature: eternal, unchanged, perfect.

It is a pride, not a chore to know yourself as uplifting through the expression of the art that throws in front of you the feeling of approaching each touch of the brush and its meticulous reading among impressionistic details. An even greater pride is to turn your art into the expression of an adventure of the soul passed through a mysterious memory of nature. If through death we become a kind of memory of nature, then through life we become the destiny of a painting that is always kept unaltered before the eyes of saints.

Ciò ha portato al suggerimento che tutti i miei ricordi sono fragili in natura.

It is an impulse of great significance. When I write about art, just as when I write about a rose that fascinates me to the point of adoration, making me relive another life, I delight in my image projected in a double space: of endless dreams and astral travels. Certainly, the whole knowledge to which the existence of the dream shaped by art connects me is an imaginative process that reflects the conceptions, worries and emotional concerns of the dreamer as part of an artistic approach with openness to the divine nature.

Are you ready to integrate into a world where you can be anything, as long as you take your art to the level of a snapshot of wisdom or an irresistible image?

Thanks to my resonance with the loving intelligence of nature, with its subtle energies, I feel worthy of a spiritual rejuvenation that the rose considers as the miracle of a special artistic expressiveness. The rose itself, as it is, splendid, candid, of landscape, introduces me as if in an artistic current defined by a serious color, in a style of abstract art of the kind of Rayonism, through which the Russian painter Mikhail Larionov proposed to suggest the fourth dimension in painting, to give the impression that the work is timeless and spatial, through a spiritualization of the visual image achieved by the technique of parallel and contrasting colored rays.

Thus I came to believe about myself, dealing with the problem of creation, that I am the author of a new consciousness related not only to the beauty of nature, but also to the theme of nature Athempisyon(an unwritten pact with divinity) captured by an exceptional comparison: I am more than a painter, I am what the painter forgot to draw about himself in a search for the other character that only the literary work can reproduce exactly. I am a visual image in painting because I manage to capture so vividly, eloquently, colorfully, an attempt to come to terms with life.

Sensitive, expressive, vibrant, the rose signals to me that it hears what I say to it, as through a bunch of pure thoughts, as long as I am ready to integrate in a world where I can be anything, in which any soul can fit on a spiritual plane. The divine part of a painter is the reflection of worlds somewhere between near and very far, between heavenly and earthly, between the human soul dimension and the luxury of flowering nature.

If the rose had been an artist of colors in an eternal, pure, instinctive, vibrant world, it would probably have warmly shook my hand like a creator of light suspended between dream and reality. And if the rose had been a writer, writing about life marked by fiction, then I probably would have been adapted to the psychology of a character who dies and returns to earth in a different state of being.

An irresistible image in leadership can appear as an irresistible image of creation divided between what contains you (the spiritual level) and what attracts you (say the horizon of an alternative world).

For that, you have to be an artist who always lives between here and there, between past and present, between space and time, between universal and particular, between life and death.

Senianymo – I gave this name to my rose, meaning the opening of man to the artistic life, because he is the only one who listens to my soul, thoughts, pain or joy, merging in him two forces: creation and divinity. He is the chosen species of the Creator, the symbol of my inner transformation, he is the image of God transposed into a profound lesson of rebirth, transcendence and flourishing reinvention.

I hear his message and then I pay attention to it even if it seems crazy or impossible to me.