The Imaginative Universe Of Boundless Creation

Man is more than a mind and a body, and by reuniting with the spiritual dimension the echo of his self is majorly transformed into a work of creation.

I try to translate into painting the words of an inner universe that I cannot explain by word of mouth, but only by the emotion with which I want to represent the framework of a deeper reality, closer to the obvious predominance of a quiet sky, with the decipherment of the logic of a law that regulates the form that the artist’s agreement must take with the essence of the purposes of existence. I’m about to succeed.

All the time the brush speaks to me through colors, indicating to me the essential features that underlie existence, forming a harmonious unity: space, time, order, determination, all ranging from recreation to spiritual. From a certain point of view, the brush is a release and freedom at the same time, because it leaves me room for reflection, it helps me relax, calm down, while handling it finely, gracefully, with that freedom that goes from the frank expression of feelings of belonging to an overlapping universe, it is my form of communication with the eye of an imaginary form of expression, from fantastic to abstract.

Art highlights the unity of the multiplicity of reality in which the act of creation frames me. No wonder. Driven by a certain metaphysical disposition, I came to believe that they are just the written transposition of a universe that has identity in the mind and soul of a painter who dresses his canvas with the imaginary form of a geometry visible only in the mystical, spiritual way. The words hardly express the dimension of the things I believe in, but rather show the dimension of an inner epic that will never consume its possibilities of interpretation.

Is the demiurgic creation of your self oriented towards a new variant and stylistic tendency, approaching in its theme a reinterpretation of the messages of art that are twinned with the religious?

It would be said that the work of the brush is the work of enlightening souls and free thoughts, reminding me that I have not seen for a long time a flower of paradise, the sky in the storm, or that "beyond the stars" that trembles to fly above a lifetime. In art, the image rendered in writing or through the pictorial layer of the canvas, can reflect an exclusively symbolic language, closely related to the religious part of the lyric. Art does things in a sensitive way, it shapes dreams in the way of an ideal of reporting to the universe, that of the purity of existence and movement of bodies, of the plurality of visions, of the simultaneous display of all existential virtualities and small everyday beauties.

By the celestial virtue conferred on me by the blessing of a full alchemical sanctification, with the passage to microconglomerates and sporadic concretions of active metaphors, a sanctification as solitary as it is eloquent, I have succeeded in producing a new pattern of transmitting ancient teachings to another level of expressiveness. Even astrologically, both the brush and the pen can develop some purely theoretical aspects, having a wider duality, that between the intellectual and the affective element, one being expressed through the eyes, the other through words.

The demiurgic creation of my self is a manifestation of the emotional instinct poured into artistic forms of free expression of feelings (of a high expressiveness), which indicate an immutable presence through grace and logos. In this case, the stylistic tendency that influences my creation coincides with my desire to be recognized and appreciated for what it is, to discover myself better, not to run away from myself, and to use usefully everything I have discovered to remake the harmony of the literary-artistic universe.

Can you explain the reason for the search for the self in itself by the way of being of art that is achieved through works or actions with well-thought-out aesthetic meanings?

Who knows, maybe I myself am the work of beautifying through words an Ego that is believed to be above the illusion of a meaningful world, above the earthly and heavenly, without humbly standing before the altar of silence, in the empire of signs without meaning and symbols without a revealing correspondent, difficult to decipher anyway.

And if I engage in a skillful game of practicing writing, full of lyricism, from the instinct of self-exploration, as a prophetic call over time, it is because I am trying to reveal, at least in part, the fruit of an act of creation spontaneously triggered by the mysteries of spirituality.

With this being said, I am an artist through the power of the drops of wisdom shed in the memory of time, by choosing the meanings of words heard by someone whose eyes know how to look closely at an intellectual creation and recognize, receive that reality of my inner existence that resonates with the frequency of universal consciousness.

I am an artist of emotions unfolded in the empire of a sky that is only a dream, in the empire of a butterfly filled with many colors, which captures a lyrical world through fragility and zeal. In its light, free flight, untouched by unforgiving passions, the butterfly somehow managed to reach the clouds, to reach the sky. Eventually, I managed to reach the sublime of his flight by simply touching a canvas with a brush. The pen is the witness of this artistic animation.

The reason for the search for the self in itself can be to give meaning to a spiritual dimension that has its origin in the act of creation that begins with the attention directed towards listening to the inside of an overflow of existential geography.

The Imaginative Universe Of Boundless Creation captures the main characteristic of the self that is reflected in the eternal work of creation, being a transposition of thoughts and feelings into a symbiosis of space and time in which I assumed the duty to be the link between mind and spirit.

At the same time, they are the link between personal codes and those of the literary text, they are the link between matter and the conceptual substance of symbolic origin. I am the voice of the universe because I knew how to introduce myself to the universal of a world contained precisely in an immeasurable model of expressions and words.