The Mystery Of Gazing Into Red

Paint your life in the colors of the soul, as a way of expressing your own feelings in the set of teachings that transcend time and responsibly manage your destiny.

I had never felt anything like it before, nothing harder to bear. The faint whisper of my emotions seemed to be compared to a small golden cage. I didn’t recognize myself as being free, I didn’t recognize myself at all. I was rich without recognizing myself free from the world of the imaginary, like a spirit enclosed in its own bottle. With a single well-crafted, inspirational, flexible word, I could have freed myself completely from my own helplessness, from this ice isolation that had generated a strong sense of loneliness, as from a meaningful story that precedes us all and which, thanks to the sapiential books, is always updated with each generation.

Hope was still far away. The chance of being myself was even further away. My words remained behind the conscience that silently shouted “mercy”. Even the arguments invoked by the aesthetics of art did not help me much. The whisper of a “Double Delight” rose around me delighted my soul saddened by so much commotion, giving itself to the fruit of a new form of interiorization passed through the workshop creation of a painter who could not expose his painted canvases in time, losing the chance to be a laureate.

Thoughts through the filter of emotions were more enlightenment than painting. Looking at me with holy eyes, with a loving look, the rose shared with me part of the spiritual experience encountered over time with other people who were close to it, as a kind of crossing of the spirit of love from a servant of God to a householder in search of the soul. And it spoke to me enchantingly, attentively, in a gentle voice, through the voice of Young Johannes, who had long ago set out in search of God:

“I did not see any value in what I had at hand. Who knows, maybe this was my destiny, my curse. Love, science, God, were all equally inaccessible to me, because something in me kept me from being content with what others were gaining. I was neither happy nor saddened by this discovery. The inexpressible melancholy of the inaccessible gave me such strange shivers that no pleasure in the senses seemed to me to equal this subtle and burning voluptuousness.”

Leadership: Does the mediating character of your feelings, repeatable in the free flow of consciousness, emphasize the concept of sovereign providence that brings out the most appropriate moments and contexts for you to shine spiritually?

I am not ashamed to admit how much these words touched my heart, highlighting my very reason for being, the sublime thrill of the ideal of justifying myself as a hero of events from other life situations, especially in the situation of a lack of possibility to perceive a story from a book of immortality. The rose has this gift of exploring man’s soul, of exploring his mind, just as well as the painter does when paving the way to the ideal of making art out of nature.

My soul, full of memories from another life, seems to be the result of my rediscovery in a body of nature. The rose is my loneliness, my impulse, my transition from human to divine. When I am looked at with the spirit of nature, also when the spirit of nature gives me the pleasure of being in the midst of people, I understand how small and insignificant I am in front of a parallel life that seems to have its secrets, intersecting with in the crucible of a unique experience.

What I have in mind here is precisely the awakening of the eye of the artist who seeks his gaze as a contemplator of nature, being able to make a retrospective of his complex life, full of events, strangely intertwined along a vast intermediate space, realizing that he must fully enjoy each of his unique moments, no matter what the times.

If knowledge closed its eyes, just as flowers close their petals at night, then their eyes would no longer widen their gaze to a realm beyond the mysterious, such as the painting of a story or a dream. The rose witnesses every second of my life lived by the freedom to believe, by the constraint of an external miracle, of a new beginning, of a drop of eternal youth, in necessariis unitas, in dubiis libertas . The same knowledge causes the eyes to awaken what is asleep in a gaze which time calls Asphiroderto , and to which I have attributed the meaning of “triumph of the sacred half”.

Leadership: Does your creation inspire the sublime thrill of the ideal of justifying yourself as a hero of events from other life situations, especially those that require certain concessions from you?

Finally, I understood why the essence of Young Johannes’s destiny is, in some places, the very fabric of my destiny, like a little-traveled road to distant realms, in a world that does not force art to be part of the metamorphoses of Earth’s evolution. Because everything I experience in the present awakens the memories of a life full of passions and doubts, so many fears, un estado deprimente profundo , from the diary of an artist who never understood that the art of being yourself is the reflection of a mirror that increases the chance of a kaleidoscopically colorful, varied life, full of expectations.

Just as the rose compensates with its perfume the state of mind of the personalities at the confluence of times and mentalities, so too had Young Johannes compensated his imprint left on the world with the blows of a destiny that seemed more and more hostile, and this because God did not bind the spirit of his teachings to the spirit of live. He believed that science could dominate everything in the world, giving the whole world its spirit of consolation and gentleness, of justice and fairness. But what drove him to disappointment, even to vanity, was his inability to calm his immeasurable pride.

Do not let anyone play with your soul, for no one knows how much a great soul has endured.

Young Johannes allowed pride, this steep height of his spirituality, to take control of his life, when it was better to let the omnipotent sensibility lead his thoughts and feelings to human happiness. Perhaps he also held between his fingers a very beautiful rose of the color of fresh blood, like all those sages who understood that life lived only before the holiness of God is a life whose flame was kindled before they realized how holy they are.

I do not want to be a saint, so proud and wise, because my heart knows only the meaning of the rose that I give to those who are able to give meaning and happiness to my life. I am confident that my holiness is a form of happiness achieved through dedication and ambition.

I was left with art, nothing more than creation, and the message of an exceptional artist: “Be the art that your creation keeps secret.” It is better to let art guide my soul, because through painting I exercise my sensitivity and also through painting I put my soul in color, on canvas. Thus, I learn to feel the immaterial emotion, that thrill that a rose feels when reaching a subtle surrealism, with strong accents of invigorating the soul, the mind and the creative spirit.

To shine spiritually means to extract from the wisdom of your nature, your deeds and your emotions, that force that can give meaning to your life, that state of soul satisfaction, intense and full, which never limits you, but changes you.

The Mystery Of Gazing Into Red can be solved by the artist’s inclination to capture the essence of the human soul in a painting designed to delight only the eyes that stir you to the depths of your being, those that stop time in place and make you experience endless moments.

* Note: In necessariis unitas, in dubiis libertas. - "In the necessary things, unity; in questionable things, freedom";