The Artist Of A Life That Assumes Immortality
Learn to create the environment necessary to reveal your deep feelings, giving credibility and consistency to the time you dedicate to the image of The Other.
I try to relate my perception of the world to the maturity of a life experienced with both ups and downs, conceived in the nostalgia and dream of a red rose, Double Delight, seen as a character with a Kafkaesque interior structure. Constrained by the way in which art is received in a context favorable to creation, I feel more and more attracted, more enveloped by the mystery of this connection that I would most certainly like to tell you.
The connection to art is seen at the level of excellence in transforming a moment of return of the spirit of innovation into a story that is constantly weaving at the level of life-duration of a rose that experiences, gloriously, every second as if it should carry out an eternal project. There is a soul in this rose, beyond form, color, perfume, freshness, manifesting itself actively in the message of a more comprehensive reality than any other writing style, than any major religion of the world, than any experience of beauty and visuality.
Regarding the real mirroring of nature’s life in my spirit, I feel like wandering in a labyrinth whose exit is vaguely indicated by strange signs, most often ignored by the strength of memories that guide every man to a better world, a world confirmed by viewing an image that is supposed to be important and positive for the realization of the idea of “eternity”.
The need to unburden myself aims to conceptualize and model the image of “Another”, too little taken into account by the rest of the world, but always present in my soul. Apparently, in front of eternity, my rose can produce any metamorphosis, resists any relationship with the world, with its things, with any hidden thoughts, with the feelings of a heart that continues to beat into a supreme being, always above the others, with any possible association that would induce the view that the hazard may influence the terms of the transition from ephemeral to meaning.
Can you integrate yourself into an image superimposed on the original, highlighting on an echo vibration of the creative process that connection formed between the “I actually cannot forget what I feel” and the embrace of a particular fact?
The idea of eternity is given to the artistic valences of a perfect work that an Absolute Creator, in a wide brush stroke, using only a few tones of color, manages to rush into another world, in another space-time, in another room of memory. The umbrellas and lights that art feels connected, the experience of exploring symbolic projections, the promise of alterity, the revelation of remote connections, all become a kind of enigmatic reality, in which each thing is its very opposite, suspended between real, imaginary and plausible.
The rose is the emblem of a passage from something to someone else, from something entirely unknown to something that constitutes the essence of a meaningful life. The artist, as a black-and-white rehearsal of the same obsessive themes, clarifies his first feelings by highlighting, in embracing a fatto particolare, that state of “nonfinito”, the suspension between plausible and real, between natural and mysterious.
Somehow, I feel the whole lavishness of the rose in the face of time, trying to be satisfied with the image of a passing world through the voice of the Egyptian Sinuhe that Mika Waltari captures in the splendor of a troubled history:
“I actually cannot forget what I feel. So, I see myself on a paved road, one I know not where it leads, but I stay on it for as long as I do with my mind full of dust and empty emotions, full of passionate memories. My heart is tired because of telling the story, which made me live my life for the second time. My body is labored. I long for eternal rest. Maybe I’m not happy, but I’m not unhappy because of my loneliness. Maybe I was lonely and farther away from people when I lived among them, because I saw their deeds and understood the vanity of their deeds. All the deeds of men are vain.”
The embrace of a particular fact resonates with the production of a reality variant of the type: “an experiencing of an event that is remembered”, camouflaged as a learning experience.
In this case, art replaces a concept of the human being in the ensemble of deep resorts of a state of mind which no one can claim as being transient, in the direction of materializing personal reflections that illuminate certain creases of the personality of the artist captured in the hypostasis of a contemplator of society, of life, of his own virtues.
Can you value your personality in a symbolic or realistic space, bringing to the forefront of vibration of life a reminder of your transition from a reflexive experience to a sensual experience?
Eternity is a road you travel with the brush on a cloth foreign to the role in your life, but one you familiarize with the nuances of a reality intended to capture each time the imperative of conscience: “do not forget yourself in another version”. The rose, captured in the hypothesis of a creator who bows to the moment of association with another character, following the artistic content of a less-known creation, will leave you a “reminder” long embedded in the mind.
In order to understand the language of the rose, the purpose that it assigns to itself in a world researched only by the eyes of an artist, I used the classic convention of rendering the perspective of a human being, creating a sense of similarity – “I have been here before, I have ended up like this before” – as a guideline for the printing of a sustainable style of inspiration for a “naturally” planted existence, in a certain spontaneity of sensibility, creating revealing shapes.
I have endured the torment of transcending a reality compromised by the representation of a passing world, whose meanings are made to serve, under the sign of faith and reason, a work that demands the incarnation of life in harmony with nature. Because life looks different at the heart of a “Double Delight” rose, and I saw her like no one else, confessing to her that it is compatible with the life of an artist who bravely stepped into a new realm, with seductive aspirations, while admitting that his work will never be done.
Can you form a distinct personality in the general direction of a life that contemplates itself at every moment and in which the background becomes the “majority trend” in directing creation towards a new interpretation?
The time measured in centuries that my rose has known along a bookish road is revealed as an example of the life of an esthetician who innovates the act of creation through a monologue that I myself, so preoccupied with beauty, am experiencing with so much power in the pages of the novel “Exuvii” by the writer Simona Popescu:
“It is tot past time, lost time, that you are looking for – for nothing has passed, nothing is lost, but a sense in this tangle of which you feed and which breaks you. It is the unity of a being – old and new, a kind of bloomed human coral, younger and older. No, not the time lost, but the parallel time, anxious as a dream that is and is not yours entirely, which is and is not true. And which continues its work. It is not from memories you’re made out of – the passive, ornamental, consoling and funeral memory – not from vestiges. You do not have a history. The absolute (and abstract) present, as abstract and present is the time petrified in the ancient conglomerate that carries in its womb sediment and marine shells.”
The creation that always honors the interpretation captures that spirit of time whose original organic expression is given by the visualization of the memories that appear near a life that resembles another that you have once been tied to when life seems to contemplate a reality that you cannot leave.
As far as the work of an artist is concerned, which cannot be wiped out by the passage of time, we can say that the background (the thrill of life) becomes a “majority trend” in terms of a suggestion when the reality you relate to becomes a prison, and only the mind can free you, making you better understand who you are.
Leadership is an assessment of past, present and future time from the perspective of a life experience that you experience through the Ego, through what you are prepared to bear emotionally and revealing when you become an inspiration for others.
The Artist Of A Life That Assumes Immortality is the true copy of an image that can be replaced at any time by another, which in turn can receive another interpretation in a life unfolding like a creation in unprecedented forms of expression.
