The Lost Trace Of A Unique Path Amidst Astral Stretches

Be able to ensure your visibility in the way you put your mark on the world, constituting yourself as a result of an event that is happening right now or has already happened.

My journey in time continued as when everything seemed to be detached from a magical remembrance, as far away as the stars, from a picture of the shaping of a path in the past of an unmoved historical memory, from a whisper of light upon which night had settled, or from a glance of the Creator comprised of the nostalgia of a past world.

It was not an ordinary journey, a mysterious urge to find out the purpose of a world accessible only to a narrative description, as is the case for banal writers looking for a miraculous subject. Rather, it was the discovery of an earnest aspiration to the clairvoyance of thought, to the echo of an unpredictable grandness of old. Every passing moment can at any point become the testimony of an immortal story.

I will not ask for anything from myself, nothing but the desire to understand the promise of an art to save the artist from the sphere of the phenomenal, transformed into the bizarre, from the only thing that is never present in his dreams: the finite character of the world in which he lives. The much-desired journey, opening new gates of perception of the artistic and proliferation of the aesthetic, stops at a moment from the eternity of the fate hidden behind a single name: Albrecht Dürer.

It is the victory that relies on the profound and intense experience of a work of art, a fragment of beauty and unmistakable harmony in the motion of the axis of the Earth, similar to that of a quill, to the destination of a particular sympathy I only wear to the living things only with the memory of their light, without ever leaving them.

Have you ever tried to escape the patterns of a regular account of past events without wishing to show another facet of an image that mirrors the entire universe contained in one moment?

1496. I arrived near Durer, as the Persian poet Abu Nuwas reached caliph Hārūn al-Rashīd, just by chance, through a change in the cosmic order through a disregard of the fulfillment of the signs of the times. In that full moon night, I wondered, with the freedom that the distance from the world and the closeness to the stars gave me, if I could abandon my pioneering duties in exploring space to fit the present moment that passes so fast.

In the candle’s light, the complex, so contradictory universe of the artist who barely sketched the "Portrait of Friedrich the Wise" was reflected more acutely. Attained by the breath of the Renaissance, Durer tried to render with a careless elegance a somber visage, but full of sparkle of light, to give the look of the image of a personality led not by religious beliefs, but rather by his conviction as a guarantor of protecting the state law.

I am sure that my unpopular presence inspired him to outline with tact and craftsmanship, from a touch of color, a psychological profile of firmness and vitality, a promoter of balance and indulgence, while at the same time bringing a spiritual perspective on wisdom always reincarnated in every generation. The moment I met him was characterized by an intense introspective focus that could be accessed at any of his portraits.

The portraits had become voices of the universe, the intimate components of an imagined space without boundaries. Because of me, Durer understood that the only way to determine the chosen features of an astral character is to try to bring about a new cosmogony by placing the sun in the interplanetary space or to claim the right to master the universe through the image of humanity in a vast expanse of ruins, things, and worlds.

Can you think of yourself as exploring an enigma that has contradicted the world’s most enlightened minds for hundreds of years, without reducing your credibility and image to anything that fades away in any passing moment?

Everything. In the imprecise lines, in the grace of the movements with which the colors spread only by the warm light of the candles, there was hope, trust in life. He would say that he wanted to innovate an image for eternity, an image that allowed him to confront the world in a time of creative accumulation, a time of overwhelming changes to the face, of shocking revelations that seemed to be repeated every century.

I stood beside him, motionless, as a model of wisdom that continues to last over the ages, mirroring the clairvoyance of mysteries elucidated by no-one other than himself. Somehow, I inspired him to experience the consuming desire for uniqueness and self-indulgence through the projection of his spiritual portraits. Durer had become more than a painter, he had become the firm consciousness of the artistic individuality that mirrors the thematic complexity of a universe without a temporo-spatial measure.

What stems from natural drive is always done with love. I had to give him the impression of being free in any creative gesture, with universal reference. And yet, I could not help but ask myself questions about the questions he was probably asking himself about me as he looked at me with hopelessly stifled hopes, burning prayers about something that can only exist as a consequence to something else.

An exploration of an enigma that cannot be fully elucidated begins with an image of the overthrow of the natural. I felt he was concealing something from me, a drive to revolt in everything he did, a glimpse of the beautiful structure of truth instead of broken-down errors, in order to encompass a reality for which only fiction or nonfiction are insufficient. But I did not insist to open his secrets, I allowed him get lost in the unknowns of my presence.

Can you justify the credibility circumstances of delivering your art as a potentiator of expressiveness of a high-intensity image without linking your destiny to the external circumstances of a memorable event?

When the portrait was finished, exposed in front of an open window, I was no longer there. Time did not allow me to break the solemnity of my historical moment. The universe needed me elsewhere. But my stay was sufficient, for an astral moment, enough to induce to the master the idea that his life and his destiny had something divine, that his every gesture and deed were coming from God.

He continued to look up to the skies every night. That is because he continued to know everything, see everything, hear everything we talked together, because my presence remained forever etched in his heart and memory.

A few centuries later, in a night full of stars, I was surprised by a rudimentary easel, a man who reminded me of the painter I was delighted with in Nuremberg. In all aspects of art knowledge, he resembled Durer. In a mess of the house, he sat on a chest and spoke in a whisper with someone who looked more like an uncertain, unshaped portrait, colored in a conservative style.

Then, noticing my presence, he began to worry. He felt me, but as the universe makes its presence known, through a creative momentum amplified by the appearance of a momentary inspiration. Since then, his talent had made a considerable leap. The world will remember him as the author of 600 paintings, 300 engravings and over 2000 drawings. His name is Rembrandt.

And I have not yet finished my journey. The stars still shine in the night, every moment an artist looks for his originality and expression. I will always be present next to the one who calls the hazard to help with his artistic development. I will remain the secret fund of the cosmic memory that is left to the imagination and the power of expression of the one who attempts to transfigure historical art matter, opposing the amorphous.

Leadership is the presence that man assumes in a frame of reporting in time when he himself becomes the circumstance and event that marks the decisive moment of meeting a destiny with the grace of laying the deepest expression of creativity in the area of ​​spirituality.

The Lost Trace Of A Unique Path Amidst Astral Stretches highlights man’s ability to form himself as an integral part of the universe when the contribution he brings to its expansion is represented by the impact he has on world history over time.