Take A Good Look At What Your Eyes Are Saying

Big ideas rarely sprout, and some even step on them, or simply pass by carelessly.

There is a special relationship between me and nature, two active presences influencing each other, as intense as the artist creates a painting about the beauty of nature on a canvas so delicate that you are almost afraid to touch it with hands untrained by the privileged means of art. For example, here I am now looking with much love, with much sense of soul, at this leaf full of life, in the shape of a heart, which a skilled painter would capture in the guise of a muse, a symbol of a periodic renewal, a product of a lyrical sensibilities.

And it speaks to me in a strange voice, like a mature man, and I listen to it intensely, with an artist’s spirit, and we both get along wonderfully in a masterpiece by the creator called Arynexisthes, or the bait of a higher reality. Perhaps all this penetration of mine into nature, seen as an emotional engagement in a symbolized universe, is only the consequence of a play of light and shadow in a labyrinth of poetic crowds, in an indefinable and indescribable pluralism. Or maybe I’m a captive to a sui generis reality on the edge of reality in the realm of a dream called life.

The act of transferring the senses from an artist’s eye to a look at nature, perceived in pictorial matter, is therefore an act of symbolic conversion in two directions: first I must capture such a profound and subtle reality in an astral second, so as to render it as a center of the universe, then I must channel my artistic vital force into the subtlety of a message with great power to evoke the outpouring of divine light in the ambiance of the mysterious sphere of force of planet Earth.

How do you argue your belonging to the sphere of reality in the space of creation, in terms of the transfer of senses from an artist’s eye to a view of nature?

At the same time, the leaf can be the expression of an art that draws its origin from the pilgrimages of a pearl, as small as it is precious, in a desert called “I feel so much less alone”. Because no one knows how to recognize in it a true visual masterpiece and an ageless story that crosses space and time, symbolizing at the same time the strength that only the creator capable of carving the finest works has.

I feel so empty without its gaze that my gaze can lose its discipline: I would be unable to adapt to a crossroads of life. Our gaze denotes the tendency of the eyes to deviate more than necessary to the art of a new Deity. Even such superstitious beliefs reflect feelings, or awareness of the connection with the vision, with the power of faith invested in dialogue with the Creator of the world. It is the same power that someone said was not a simple book, but the very dynamic spirit that transforms the life of the whole world.

My leaf is preparing with much turmoil for whatever is entrusted to it, made to fly before the expressive eyes that owe their color, brown to green, precisely to the expression of a higher reality, something with a significance far superior to that which an ordinary man would attribute. And I entrust to it my fulfillment, my dream, my emotions, so that it may entrust to me a part of the meaning of the verb “to live” under the rule of a spiritual nature incorporated in the sketchbook of a genius artist.

And if my creation is a creation of nature that demands its right to representation on a fine cotton cloth, through an immortalization in eternity, then it remains to symbolize the approach of my life in a calm, cheerful manner, with a strong expressiveness.

Does the object of your gaze help you navigate the labyrinth of life in a way that gives value to your own creation, so as to determine a change in what represents you at the level of Superman?

I would like to be a small leaf, so that the wind of a late autumn evening will lead it in the way of a look that never forgets the beauty of a dream view. Perhaps a leaf similar to the one that inspired me, completing me with its generous spirit, with its emotional story, passed through the visual field of a doctor, such as the famous doctor Corneliu Duda from Târgu Mureş, who during first period used to write these lines on the board:

“Know how to listen to a rustle of dry leaves,
The words of a teacher… a friend…
Or fairy tales who knows when forgotten.
A breath, or a beating heart.

Know how to notice a baby… a flower…
A clear sky or a stormy sea,
A husband… a butterfly… a mother… a color…
And often ask yourself:
Why?

Know how to feel with your fingers,
With the eyes, with the ear…
With the soul… or with the mind.
And ask yourself often
What is in fact the problem?”

The very feeling of my heart receives the pulsation of such a lyrical pattern. Not everyone succeeds. For I noticed a leaf, and it noticed me, the way I look at it with wide eyes, full of feeling. And observing its mysterious form, which speaks to my heart, as the wind placed it at my feet, full of artistic message, I took it upon myself to pick it up and take it with me in a transcendental thought. My heart does not lack the voice to thank nature for such an encounter with my own symbolic transparency, which is the opportunity to step with my whole being into another world, maybe strange, maybe completely different from mine.

For a moment I talked to my leaf, as part of a dialogue between the Creator and his Work. A feeling full of trembling in my heart seized me, shaken and frightened by a possible exigency in the field of artistic creation, contradicted by something contrary to the natural: “Big ideas rarely sprout, and some even step on them, or simply pass by carelessly.”

A superman is a creator who consumes visual and emotional experiences in order to give reality the nuance of an original self-expression, from figurative to literal: “you cannot feel that you step into another world without fulfilling the condition of imitating the miracle of nature”.

Take A Good Look At What Your Eyes Are Saying if you want to capture the details of an entire world in a single expression of nature. Only by looking at yourself as a splendor of nature, with eyes that have no age, will you be able to complete the image of a world to which only creators have access. And as you open your eyes to the magnificent beauty of nature, another aspect of creation will stretch before you, synonymous with that spiritual content that you must take great care of if you want to get closer to the great work of the Creator.