Neculai Fantanaru
Everything Depends On The Leader
Everything Depends On The Leader
My life seems to be the story of a doubling of my being, due in part to a kind of penetration into a dream that impresses me to such an extent that even now I feel like I am drawn to an extraordinary spiritual force. It is also a characteristic of the refined artist who, excelling in the richness of fantasy, acquires doubling through the force and discursive charm of an experience of transforming objective reality into a unique inner universe.
The dream itself, the act of liberation from the daily pressure, the flight from banality, the fact of being part of a set of images, ideas, emotions, sensations, in a montage of decors and moments alternately combined in an unprecedented plane (artistic and interpretive at the same time), makes me tremble from the contemplation bordering on nostalgia. Spiritually, the dream in which I wisely embody my artistic power is the victory of a soul that is always looking for an image beyond appearances.
It is not in vain that my creation is given to such a lofty dream that very few can comprehend with the mind, with the soul, with that instinct of art which accepts the understanding of symbolism only through a strenuous endeavor.
After all, the dream is just a dream, but inside it there is life, there are wonderful works of art, there is everything that is not seen in the reality of the ordinary world, being perceived through a magnifying glass of a reinterpreted version of truths hidden under the shadow of changing appearances. If this is the case, then an artist can only be the dreamer who dreams and then lives in a dream.
And if the dream makes me feel that I rise above all ambiguous, ambivalent, too complex situations, constituted from the perspective of a world that has decided to keep only material things during its lifetime, this is due to the humility with which the spiritual man immerses himself in the sensitive physical man, looking forward to something that God has promised, which has not yet been created, but has been dreamed in order to become an immortal creation.
Somehow, I lack the power to accept that what I represent in this world is not an act of knowledge by which, in ordering meanings, a specific meaning is introduced. Rather, what I am is closely linked to the possibility of involuntary reflection in a perpetual, but anonymous and immaterial existence, from which the practical aspects of life seem to have disappeared altogether.
And if I am part of a dream shaped by the artist’s soul, superiori potentia spiritualis submissionem, it is because in the dream I am always more open with myself. Discursive strength and charm acquire such a doubling of mine, as a second person included in the dialogue-monologue between reflection and imagination, between perception and illusion. After all, art is the dream of all creation that repeats itself endlessly through the same dreamers.
Such considerations led me to a differentiated aesthetic of the permanence of my transformation. I became someone else, visibly distinguished by nuances other than that of storing personal vitality in a multilayered cosmopolitanism, in any of the ways of contact with my gaze from another world, from another reality.
I understood that the extent of my mind is wider than heaven and earth, immortale et aeternae , similar to that of sublime spirits attached to the multiplicity of states of existence reflexively manifested through a Vidhysonsum (unity of multiplicity, o unitas multiplex).
Long ago, I realized that every human being is part of a creation that was first a dream, then a reality. The other art forms: musical, visual, linguistic, conventional or unconventional, adopt a dynamic point of view, as required by the nature of things. But in order to reach the level of “work of art”, that is, to have the quality of being an expressive and original autotelic embodiment, they must pass through the filter of subjectivity, through the intransigent filter of a third eye that has a spiritual connection with an evolutionary state of consciousness.
I wonder if I’m not part of some dream, which does not leave a visible impression. Or maybe they are the very projection of my creation from reality. Is another metamorphosis of my being waiting to take place? Because the only work of art that reflects my reality is a distinct form of thinking, a form of manifestation of the subconscious that consists of a succession of images that make me live a transformative experience, a step towards self-knowledge.
The dream is like a library that recovers books lost or degraded over time. And if I have ever been wise, and because the great wisdom comes from the study of arts and aesthetics, it is because I recognized in my dream another image of my syncretic being. And also in a dream a rose appeared to me, a symbol of the divine mystery, whose seal is DISTINCTION and SINCERITY, puritati et nobilitatis . And this very library is exactly what Umberto Eco talks about in his majestic novel: “In the Name of the Rose”:
“None but two people enter the last level of the Edifice. Nobody has to. Nobody can. No one, even if they wanted to, would succeed. The library defends itself, it is as impenetrable as the truth it hosts, as deceptive as the lies it preserves. Labyrinth of the mind, it is also an earthly labyrinth. You can come in, but you can’t go out. And with that being said, I would like you to obey the rules of the abbey.”
Another image of my being is born from these considerations, understood and confessed by a librarian whose determination has become the story of my life. And it must not seem absurd to me that the ignorant of the art and philosophy behind the symbols reject this image.
One thing is for sure: if one day you meet me in a dream with deep meanings, without knowing what I look like or how my voice sounds, it is because your horizon has opened in front of a creation that you can only understand by believing. Step into my library, into the endless space of my thoughts, and if they enjoy any passage, time will never erase them from your memory.
The Meaning Of Man In A Dream Called Reality is to discover the other side of his nature, the artistic one, which never had a chance to shine. Remember that the highest creation of an artist is to capture reality in a dream that does not fail to amaze by an optical illusion, by an inexhaustible imaginative capacity.
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