Submit your existence in a model of granting appreciation and treasuring art to a creator who has educated his habit of always being “someone else”.
The experience of my life is so close to the significance of the color of blood, that of thinking in images and in perfection, perhaps also in terms of luck, indicating that any change has its cause, just as any transformation of the state has its roots in eternity. In the creation of which he dedicates an entire a priori knowledge, without necessarily having a proof of the versions of truth derived by deduction, on different spiritual meridians, there is established a vast symbolic repertoire of colors, sizes, spaces, in series of images of images perceived only with the eyes of the soul.
Everything is surprised at a time that has already passed through an exaggerated screwdriving of an ideal of life that finds the basis in the experiential manner of some descriptions and key concepts specific to visual language. The labyrinth of glances cast into the vast perceptions of oneself, in a projection of experiences summarized in the complexity of an implacable destiny, always changes its center for those uninitiated in the art of messages, clues, riddles and puzzles that art splashes out of place instead of in every area of life.
For me, the symbolic charge of great spiritual art is associated with a rose. An exceptional director through the meanings of life, the rose gives me the opportunity to mysteriously open, as a window to the depths of a stratification of significance, a new chapter of my soul life. A cycle of images and symbols that look as suggestive or even as prophetic as possible, an alternative to perceived reality as a kind of correspondence between the narrator and the narrative, between the carefully chosen words and their meaning which is entirely different from the usual one.
Leadership: Does your creation impose the highlighting of what is seen by remembering a long-forgotten world, in relation to the need to give meaning to a life discovered differently each time?
What amazing property of a rose can be brought to the forefront of a charming fluency narrative, if we draw a curve of interference between life and art, between nostalgia and attachment to the experiences of another person?
In a novel written by Cella Serghi, we are revealed an information full of essence expressing the hidden depths of an experience meant to constantly contemplate its meaning, its own direction:
“On this earth, when I could not speak, I learned to hear the pains of the sea; when I could not read, I found out stories of Dacians and Getae from fragments. In the language understood only by scholars and children, I was talking to grandfather’s shards, to my shells. Ovidius walked this place, here he said his woes and carved his “sadness” in stone. Here I learned to see and love what surrounds me, here I learned the ABC’s and all that cannot be written and told in words, from here I took everything I kept and wanted to keep.”
This short piece is just an introduction to the way in which a statement has its own correspondence in defining an atmosphere and an intimate environment, referring to a new conception of man in the space-time dimension, one of the type: “Seek to remind yourself in a variety of ways that your life has meaning.”
The rose in the symbolic form of an attitude, of a belief, of an inferior being aspiring to perfection, must suffer, that is, to endure that spiritual struggle to be left to the will of the world under the guidance of a God who hides his work behind a chain of imperceptible events, both in the field of grace and nature.
So, the amazing property of the rose is to highlight the reality between two instances of interpreting the role assigned to man in a creation that addresses the soul. It seems to suggest the assumption of a destiny that has been repeated for thousands of years in two forms: “the realism of what is seen through memory” and “the consciousness of what you experience through a confession that removes the pains of existence.”
Leadership: Can you give a completely new meaning to the term “isolation” on the basis of the desire to positively recover an overlooked experience in favor of a creature claiming the term “impact”?
Any art has its own touches. I am referring to portraits that tell the story of an unusual idea, a careful observation of the attempt of the mind to catalog everything as good or bad, passable or eternal, which only a comparison with a splendid “Red Delight” rose can move some of the world which I am capturing in an endless narrative alterity. Thus began my journey towards approaching the interpretation of a creation that nature identifies with a kind of gate of penetration into the depths of things and beyond, under the sign of the knowledge of the surrounding reality.
Isolation from any community is the most difficult proof of creative maturity. All the time spent in the middle of nature, in my rose garden, I learned that the magic of clairvoyance and the art of feeding a much larger and more expansive reality lies in contemplating a mysterious thing that flows to man from the motherland who nourishes it.
Hence, the attempt to enrich the perception of an alterity too overlooked by both sides of a fantastic subject, haunted by white clouds, framed in a painting with the prospect of symbolizing a sacred genesis, starting from the idea of chaos before creation.
Through the composition of my subject, built on a dynamism of living images meant to excite a whole world, of non-separation from the perspective of life beyond death, I exaggerated a bit my powers of observer and creator of ideas, forms, innovation, maybe even prophecy. But that’s also part of the novel of my life.
And as any image of a rose can convey delicacy, tenacity because it resisted the times, while maintaining the nostalgia of a world beyond the ordinary, I often have to integrate myself into the model-work of other writers as a way of varying the dimensions of spiritual, cultural and social impact.
The impact of a creator on art first reflects the expression of an intense experience that you must convey by referring to the idea of transforming one’s own existence into a plane of spiritual fruits (patience, perseverance, tolerance, forgiveness, wisdom) and in a plane of eternity.
Every time I talk to my rose, as between two friends who have shared their knowledge for so many years, I feel that I’m experiencing a repeat of history that I no longer thought possible. And all the time, what dreadfully challenge my soul are the words of Sinuhe, the Egyptian in the work of Mika Waltari, as if made to bring the idea of “suffering” close to the idea of exalting man above his mortal condition:
“In an instant, something opened my eyes and I awoke as if from a wonderful dream, something that ravaged my mind. I was asking myself: “Why?” Because in the face of any true knowledge there is the key that ignorance is afraid of. This question is more vigorous than the god Thot’s cane, stronger than writing carved in stone… But perhaps nothing of all that man does is of any importance. Perhaps important is what he feels when he does what he does.”
There exists a certain rigor in understanding the details of a painting depicting the stages of a man’s life pushing his consciousness into a parallel of the time that the rose, through its mere presence, imposes in a place in which you never expected to find it.
That is why, in the most chosen art, in the art of acquiring a skill with the virtue of being “the other in the first” as well as “the first in the latter”, you have to place yourself in a time frame in which images disappear, slowly, then you have to start over with another possible continuation.
The resilience of an image of life depends on the presence your own creation confirms in a dialogue with a true wonder of nature, a dialogue whose end is the habit of always being “someone else”.
The Novel Of A Destiny That Assumes A History reveals the retrospective of a life that involves the story of other lives as equally overwhelming in time, in a continuous rebirth. At the same time, it emphasizes that steady reach to the presence of a wide variety of realities at all levels of being (spiritual, intellectual, cultural, artistic, causal, etc.).