The Eyes Filter Reality According To The Inner Artistic Vision
The visual focus alternates between near and far, reflecting the intensity of inner experience that oscillates between immediate effort and the big picture.
I feel an intense sense of freedom as I run downhill, leaving behind all the worries and stress of everyday life. The feeling of freedom in a runner, during the mountain competition, becomes a "Kinetic Azenthopia", a state of grace in motion, a kind of kinetic ecstasy, in an approach on the line of becoming. It's just me, the mountain and the path I follow among nature's obstacles, illuminated by the strongest spotlights of glory, marked by that creative euphoria that I share fully with the artist in me. This freedom turns into an art of movement, from the extension of an inner vision, where each step becomes a brush that paints on the canvas of my reality.
Somehow, I understand that I will not be able to make authentic art if I do not have enough lucidity, if I am not endowed with all the authenticity of thought and temperament typical of a creator in whom the curiosity of the search for truth tends to balance with the deep need to express the soul the atmosphere through which it passes. Of course, this is not the memory of a specific episode, but a relentless reflection on my power to transcend physical and mental limits, una especie de meditación existential en movimiento. Without obsessing over everything that can happen when reason loses control, along the way I became a Jackson Pollock of my own existence, sprinkling the canvas of reality with energy, or rather I chanted an "Ankh Onnubbal" - an eternal call to overcome self.
Does the intensity of your experience become a certainty of a larger work, when the effort made materializes in a vision fueled by inner strength?
What you see when you look at yourself with the eyes of an artist is what the body demonstrates as an expression of indomitable will. My struggle with knee-deep mud, contrasted with the purity of inner suction, was the lightning that ignited the entire drawing of my canvas. While the ragged shape of the runner's "suit" recalls an expressionist background, an emotional explosion of colors and abstract shapes that reflect the inner state of the artist, where physical reality merges with my inner experience. My eyes were free to look at the black spots on my feet, triggering in me a kind of artistic revelation of the "beauty in imperfection" type, but my spirit remained dominated by the values of perseverance and self-improvement.
On this arduous route, I was able to give the feelings (charged in the face of a unique event) the power to form a symbolic pictorial correspondent in my spirit. At the same time, the effort of my soul was not only to produce adrenaline, by facing the physical challenges of the race, but to achieve a state of grace in the midst of chaos, also one with artistic transcendence. The runner thus becomes a kind of seeker of the physical determinism that regulates the phenomenon of beauty in art, a good connoisseur of the relationship between sensation and energy, a result of the actualization of organic energy in the face of external challenges. In the end, the intensity of a unique sensation - that of transcendence through effort - becomes the bond that unites the runner, the artist and the viewer in a trinity of pure aesthetic experience.
Are you ready to look beyond the bounds of finite form when the image that haunts you pushes you to the horizon of your own becoming?
And so you, the viewer, in what marathon of the spirit are you engaged in? What obstacles shape your path to your own existential masterpiece?
It is obvious. I felt irresistibly drawn to the theme of "running," which even now reflects a mirror of my inner emotions, through the prism of effort and perseverance. For their part, the other runners, with their nerves stretched to the limit, seemed fleeting shadows, a projection of of the duality of the human being, as they struggled between the physical limitations and the aspirations of the spirit. But only the artist distinguished himself from the crowd of competitors, because he saw the beauty in the struggle itself being in perfect harmony with nature, with the cosmic rhythm of existence, making every step a stroke on the canvas of life. His love for adventure, for discovery, made him look beyond the finish line to the endless horizon of affirmation possibilities. and creative.
The process of self-transcendence consoles and elevates the creative spirit. The writer Liviu Rusu was right when he said: "The work of art is therefore the work of the will. Through the creative act the artist affirms his will to overcome the primitive aspect of his nature. The greater his effort, the more the Ego feels consoled and Hence the stubbornness of the artist not to back down in the face of the difficulties on his way. On the contrary, the difficulties stimulate his will, they put it to the test. Therefore, the artist's will is hardened in the fire of trials, allowing him to create masterpieces out of suffering."
Do you believe that your maximal effort gives voice to a deep aesthetic, born of the tension that now defines your entire creative power?
The clarity with which the eyes are rendered contrasts with the diffuse background, emphasizing mental focus. Nothing could corrupt that youthful passion, that relentless desire to explore difficult terrain. Most certainly, my elan was an invitation to live the present, to cultivate an art that evokes reality in its most immediate forms, even if what I was experiencing exceeded the limits of the ordinary. What higher satisfaction could there be for an athlete than to be an ambassador of freedom, to contribute to the consecration of youth by personal example? What makes spirit overcome matter? Why is the will emerging as the supreme force?
In particular, the reflections in the eyes capture the essence of the environment, contextualizing the effort made. If I sit back and think about it, my work was a lesson in vitality, a demonstration of the strength of the human spirit to transcend any limit, in a gray setting that somewhat amplifies the inner colors. Or, rather, it was a chronicle about the courage not to be afraid, about the continuous struggle with the self and the elements of nature. This approach put in the service of aesthetics, came from that place where I found my true essence and authenticity, because art and life are inextricably intertwined.
I leave this moment in abeyance and open a parenthesis. Wasn't the race complicated because of the difficult course, because of the unseen potential of the runners? That failed attempt, embarrassing, caricature of effort in the mud? Why did we make this compromise? I had been warned, my conscience repeated it. To humble my own doubts? To feel my superiority over obstacles? Something in me left the impression that deep inside I had made my situation difficult, confused my steps, to prove that I could move with apparent harmony in the face of chaos. I still want to believe that this fight was a path to transcendence…
Are the efforts you feel when you devote yourself to self-transcendence subordinated to the situation in which your superiority becomes imperative at the moment of creation?
Even in the most difficult moments, when you feel too tired to redouble your efforts, be prepared to fill a painting with the most expressive and lively touches.
The Eyes Filter Reality According To The Inner Artistic Vision when the gaze captures details unnoticed by others. I say this because understanding the subtleties of the outer world depends on the depth of our thoughts.
