The Last Memory From The Land Of Sight With Eyes Of Immortality

The great work of creation is the result of nature’s need to be dominated by the superiority of the spirit of observation and by the living sensitivity of the artist enchanted by the beauty that does not drain along with life.

Two images collided in my head, full of charm, full of color, full of emotion, as if they were part of the creation of a painter who could not expose his canvases painted in time with great care and much soul, thus losing the chance to be understood in all the splendor of his genius.

The first image, of a leaf that chases, chases and chases again to that relentless call of a possible time only in a fairytale landscape, included in a dream full of magic. The second image is the artistic description of a May rose, freshly blossomed, prepared for a unique adventure in a landscape of rare beauty, where time seems to have stood still.

If I had not been the prisoner of my mind that belongs to a dream about the great representations of art, because the dream is also an embodiment of my mind filled with the symbolic charge that only nature can understand, I would certainly have directed my mind more and looking at a life beyond the spell of a divine comfort. Because nature, with all its elements, sublime by creating the taste of beauty and grandeur, gave power to my eyes to look at what no one can see, guess or discover, turning reality into a dream full of sublime images.

And behold, the leaf of the dream comes out of my mind slowly, with much compassion, with much impetus, and is seen through the small meanings of the associations between faith and science, between creation and creator. It doesn’t take long for my eyes to reconcile with a view detached from Simona Popescu’s Exuviile, capturing a raging green that stretches in uneven characters further: “Nothing is nobler than the single gaze that connects two hearts with one look.”

Leadership: Does your creation have that unique quality of observation and that power of the eye to penetrate the depths of a reality that provides visual content based on the idea of ​​aspiration to the heights of a spiritual world?

And here the leaf reminds me of myself, of my face, admired in the splendor of the trajectory of a truly visionary artist, in another state of nature. I think that in the depths of its soul it cared for me a lot, because it revolved around me like around infinity, hoping to enjoy the delight of my eyes in the space of a superior transparency of memory, so as to produce a doubling of the being in a new unit. It also felt that it was being pushed by an unseen force to acquaint me with a special way of discovering art in the life of the Creator.

My horizon becomes the transparency of a superior infinity charged with the charm of the memory of my being, in a dream caught by the eyes that never tire of looking at the great metamorphosis of Creation, in which I myself am the ferment, the emblematic generator of an infinite semiosis of metaphors that value elements of the visual alphabet.

My eyes understand the words of the leaf through visual language, so that the painter can capture a special psychological moment in the life of the model, right on the line of an exacerbation of artistic coordination. I want so much to be part of its shape and color that I feel that something of the divinity of nature, of its greatness, is synchronized with the beating of my heart.

Therefore, the idea of aspiration to the heights of a spiritual world comes from the synchronization of the act of creation with that particularity of nature to be in permanent dialogue with its own image through an enlightened understanding, a mystical experience.

Leadership: Can you enrich visually perceived content with imagined content enhanced by the hidden, intrinsic utterance of the means of expression?

I understood why the leaf lets me touch it without disturbing it, as if bowing its head to the joy of being part of my universe, accepting my touch without overlapping with the reality of a creator who restrains chaos, leaving me to extract the images myself artistic from what is seen in its depth. Because it also experiences an immense joy, that of not being forgotten, lost in the sight of an art of an indescribable splendor and sensitivity, which only the artist can discover in a story full of colors and charm.

The chromatic chords, the contrast between light and shadow, the personification of a concrete impression, the memory of reaching an external form of nature, the form of receiving beauty in a setting full of fantasy and flavor, make their presence felt through the moods that, when gathered together, give rise to spiritual energy meant to maintain a sensitive personality. Am I the symbol of a being of nature that no one understands and perceives as an archetype of human sensibility?

I was the leaf that fell on the shoulder of Emperor Maxentius before he drowned in the Tiber in the battle of Milvian Bridge. This makes me believe that I belong to a descendant of kings, the magic of my touch, tender and invigorating, being his last memory from the Land of Sight with Eyes of Immortality. Time, nature, the wind, led me in the path of the gaze that never forgets the beauty of a world lost in a bizarre and confusing mixture of history, ideas, languages and dialects.

And only you, the One who writes in the universal voice, have the right to place me somewhere in a Dalí landscape, with liquefied clocks in the foreground. And if I am the endless Creator of the Universe, the only one able to speak to nature, to turn into a leaf so that it can be the main witness to all the important moments of history, and to which no one has answered with the right look, then to me it is time to say these words, which I hope will not be in vain:

A gaze that endures and passes the test of time is the manifestation of the power of the eye to see in every being a ray of light, and in every element of nature a being full of glory and greatness.

The Last Memory In The Land Of Sight With Eyes Of Immortality was when I met a leaf, or rather, when the leaf appeared in my field of vision to be immortalized as a world under the spell of an endless story.

I look up with a dream of mysterious longing for a loved one and look into the colorful eyes that embrace the greatness of nature. You’re right, nature answers me, your eyes are so dear to me that I will never miss them.