The Artist's Eyes Give The Moment Something Of Eternity

What you see in real time is what you experience when you find your soul’s place in memory.

At last week’s half marathon, I noticed something interesting. A personal trainer was running alongside his student, a he and a she, and they ran slowly, without separating from each other, as if they were part of a painting framed by the theme: “Impulse Control”. Obviously, the purpose of running together was not to aim for a place on the podium, a position provided with a stable soul resistor, of self-giving and hard work, but more important was for the personal trainer to determine “the trajectory of a system that tends towards a state of equilibrium”.

So the subject had to be de-stressed, without any extreme deflection, so that it was stable in the central position of running in a straight line.

With a deep, unalterable feeling, I looked at them without my eyes distracting from them. The atmosphere had exerted its pressure on the emotional background of the individuals, from where they could only escape through a “derivative of zero”, a status attributed to stability in any direction, in varied terrain, in various postures and positioning of the mind in relation to the body.

Do you have to see a close-up picture to distinguish between “immediate action” and distant action?

As I said, the student ran side by side with the coach. Something of one was a part of the other, as if a mixture of rare spirits had taken place in a picture of long ago. It was the immortalization of an auspicious moment in a kind of pure, expressionist painting, of great compositional force, which the artist perceives with different eyes, in a different way, with the senses of an infusion of tranquility, in an extraordinary carousel of symbols and meanings deep. And when they ran, motivated, with the impossibility of putting a limit to their moods, when they strained their muscles only to half their capacity, my eyes could glimpse from time to time a quiet, steadfast, pure self-giving.

They say that every hero has his weak point, this is true. I still wonder who was the hero: the trainee, or the trainer? However, the coach only did what I would have done in his place, he practiced the benchmark of comparison, that “stand by me, without being intimidating and intimidated by one another”, representing a pretext for expressing the feeling of satisfaction, trying to conveys a special peace of mind, superior to the usual. Maybe that’s why my eyes were calm, because there was a calmness in their gaze, a peace you can’t find anymore, which reached me.

Of course, my eyes knew this truth, and they knew it too well: good communication depends on the art of listening. Look how a single look knows how to listen, depending on the circumstances, to a generalized state. He is silent and listens, like a good advisor, to the voice of their gaze, and in the voice the astonishment of an artist who has managed to conquer the unknown, just as at the sight of something delightful but unexpected, without him actively campaigning for the impressionist style, takes shape.

What was there in their running but a way of expressing a feeling of strong affection, born of kinship, admiration for the hero who does not let you down, for the artist who tames all expressions with rare stylistic art?

Does the image you refer to remove from indifference the need to escape into a parallel reality where everyone tends to portray themselves as heroes?

As a rule, for a runner, the half-marathon becomes the ideal setting to dialogue with himself, just like a painter who cannot distance himself from his work, choosing to see and amplify the beauty within himself in a stirring universe, very rich in color and varied. Specific to the character of a runner is that short and crazy burst of emotion, when he detaches himself from the style imposed by the outside, removing from indifference the need to escape into a parallel reality in which everyone tends to portray himself as Miltiades.

Everything that comes from the heart, with an amazing inner strength, triggers an alert magical thread, masterfully built around a symbolism as old as the world: that of spirituality manifested poignantly in an exaltation of supreme heroism, worthy of a true veneration. Touching, captivating, noble, the half-marathon was the reason for my persistence to capture an unforgettable image, a form of non-verbal communication that contains a message, a representation of a concrete reality that contains information about its real object, having a status of an independent painting.

Can you capture an image in which “everything connects with everything”, through the prism of a spiritual perception, independent of long and short film?

This is how things are in art: the painter sees what another only feels, or glimpses, but does not see. Especially, here, a fragment from the book “Egyptologist” by Arthur Philips, when the main character confesses his belonging to an experience beyond time, comes very well:

“I live for millions of years while you only live tonight, someone once told me as he floated away. Millions of years? Don’t you want to be interested and join me for millions of years? Can you imagine that we two, man and woman, enter into eternity together, two bodies fused for millions of years?”

Every time I will be present at a half-marathon, confronting the images that flash before my eyes, I will try to capture the vastness of a moment plucked from eternity, through the expressive intensity of a restricted element, capable of expressing comprehensive meanings. Because every time my sensitive eyes, inclined to see upwards and outwards, but especially in the intimacy of a collective exaltation, bodily and soulful, will be willing to believe in a perception of a spiritual order, independent of long and short film, called: “abandonment in the expression of a strong and confident spirit”.

The vision that leadership makes available must be a special expressive means, able to reproduce a feeling of consubstantiality with the universe, justifying the correspondence with the spiritual leap through art.

The Artist’s Eyes Give The Moment Something Of Eternity every time a soulful event takes place. It is clear that the image that my eyes immortalized then, in the middle of the contest, remains an enigma, because, is it not, everything is connected with everything. I would have loved to spend an eternity watching it.

Or, as someone well said, I will try every time to collect happy moments in a cup of memory, and on the celestial paths to run with my longing…