The Eye Is More Sensitive To The Blue Of The Clear Sky
What you say about yourself can revise the essence of art in a different perspective.
I realized that, by looking carefully at the sky-blue color, and not being able to resist its tempting call, I can become something other than a simple admirer of beauty. All this, while this color appears before my eyes like a photograph brought to life in a present full of vitality. When I arrived in front of it, admiring it like a work of art, I was suddenly enveloped by the conviction “believe in something more powerful than myself”, although I couldn’t quite understand why.
Color is a means of seducing beautiful eyes that seem to be mirrored in a mystical aura, in a numerous series of manifestations: language, art, morals, all grasped with the spirit (from the most ignorant to the most evolved) of a force of poetic internalization. That’s a good one, how can I make it look at me in the same way I look at it, with candor, with eyes full of understanding, with serenity in my soul, without going through the mathematics of my experiences, without thinking of it as an intimate confession, una obra compleja que va más allá de la mera afirmación de la fe, in which something reveals to me in a measured, almost impersonal tone, the limits of daring to encompass the infinite?
Does the sky blue color teach me to master the universal dynamism? Does it teach me the modifications that supposedly inanimate objects impose on each other? Can it give my instinct a plastic consciousness? I don’t know what to say, not at this moment, or rather I’m not ready to know it well enough. But what I already understood, or I think I understood quite well, confessed or not, through a barely felt desire to create a transcendental state of freedom beyond “birth and death”, is that virtue of it to indicate the aspiration towards purity.
Does your creation have the merit of communicating that uplifting experience that the soul feels at the sight of an image that represents the subject of a vision directed to the eye of the observer?
To capture a color in its pure state, alive and penetrating, I have to leave aside everything that can be attractive and disturbing about it. It’s like when I mix it with other colors to create new and novel shades, but without loading them with too much light or shadow. Only in this way will I be able to express my feelings, or illustrate certain states in painting. Indeed, the color sky blue can be cheerful, gentle, it must never be sad or full of pain, for that would be to argue with myself, to assign blame, an attitude that is foreign to me.
Please tell me about yourself, I said to the color in a moment of deep philosophizing. And it spoke to me as if from the depths of the sky, in such a warm tone, as you only meet with pure artists. It told me that sometimes it reflects in the tears of memories that no one claims anymore, or in the tears of desolate sufferings. Other times, with a measured power of attraction, it hides in the smile of some poems that have to do with observed things, with the sky or the sea, or it is found in the nostalgia of lost states, in the nostalgia of beginnings that tied us closely to certain places.
Nor will I force you to remember me differently than I am. I will not impose a precise meaning on you, I will not attribute to you the intention of the painter to define himself, to give an answer to the question: who am I really? I just told you that I don’t know you well enough to recognize you as a merit, the merit of embalming time, giving my obligation to paint a high mission: that your open tone be the predominant force in a painting.
Does the visual experience you have refer to the perception and correlation of the images you see with both eyes, even if they are slightly different in meaning and content?
Sky blue. At first sight, you attract me with your heavenly nature, with the sensitivity of a rarely encountered poetics, a fact that supports the search for appropriate conversation topics. But then I feel like I’m caught in a rip current and I can’t seem to swim in it. To the same extent, we have something in common, although we are not identical: we love summer, we like the sea and the canopy of the sky.
My dear color, a boundless sky blue. I like you, I accept you, I glorify you like a fragrant flower, as it is so called: “Don’t forget me” (Myosotis). I don’t necessarily perceive you as a dematerialized reality and charged with sacredness, nor do I intend to use you as the background of a dystopian world, because that would remind me of that character who dreamed of being a great artist, living in an apparently ideal world, but without color, in which everyone seemed to play other roles both on and off the stage. What else could I do to be the silent reformer of your thoughts?
To tell you the truth, I wouldn’t even want my eyes to look like yours, because I would look very different from the rest of the world. Therefore, I claim that I will not submit to your will to consider me your subject, through beauty and frailty. I like my brown eyes much more, and I’m not ashamed to say it, but they really are the most beautiful eyes in the world.
Sooner or later, each of us will know this bitter truth. It’s part of the reality of this life that, at some point, when you’re still looking for yourself and can’t find yourself, you see something delightful where you don’t agree with yourself, where you’re not validated.
In leadership, we must always take into account that thing that has the “Wow” effect, that is: it can be perceived by the senses, it can be put into words, it can change, it can generate overwhelming emotions and create a memorable experience.
As the painter has color at hand to generate emotions and create moods, so too the leader must have at hand the power to make connections between different things, to perceive accurately their depth and meaning, and to see their unitary whole as a reflection of his own person.
The Eye Is More Sensitive To The Blue Of The Clear Sky whenever I have to talk about myself, as an artist capable of awakening an emotion in the heart of the viewer, and whose works speak for themselves. Do not forget that the essence of art is to generate beautiful emotions and create a memorable experience. And I always do this when I resort to figures of speech, such as comparison or analogy.
