The Outline Of An Eye Full Of Its Own Gaze

Look at yourself as you are, as in a mirror in which you see someone else that no one can copy.

I look at myself incessantly in a magical, invigorating mirror, full of gratitude for the aesthetics reflected by the modesty of a bright, gentle, inviting face, so natural that anyone who sees my reflection would say that I have something of the appearance of a noble rose that rises above all worldly things, especially in the art of feeling and mediating human nature. The syncretism of a single being engages everything in the surrounding world, even when it is considered the “measure of all things” contained in the immediate beauty of a single rose.

And I look at myself with the eyes of an artist, gallant, emblematic, always different, so that sometimes I catch another face of the same rose through the aesthetics of a philosopher who leans on his life as a foreign destiny, looking for the contour that could fix his image in immortality. And yet when he looks at his true face, he remembers that he experienced the same identity crisis in other lives. It is easy for an artist to experience a divine world in a dimension of all the beauties of nature.

More and more insistent voices ring in my mind, endless treasures fill my imagination, a discharge of the feeling of admiration for beauty occurs in vivid colors on the soft canvas of an ancient easel. Again, I feel the comfort of a dream that creates its reality in the mirror of the destinies crossed at the crossroads between death and salvation, between immortality and enlightenment, being crossed by the desire to have the best of both worlds, artistic and scientific, private and public.

In this way I ensure my reflection in the mirror, by association with a fruit of nature. Sometimes it is better to enter the imaginary world full of secrets of a rose, with the generosity of a host who manages to exceed his own expectations, so that the dream that brings you closer to an uplifting destiny becomes reality in terms of reflecting a special connection with the pulse of nature, with its energy, with its simplicity, with its consciousness.

Does the creation you experience concretely facilitate a deep understanding of a state and a vision that transcends reality, almost impossible to define from the perspective of a single form of artistic expression?

Art opens a spectacular window to that reality in which life is not limited to “surviving”, but to trying to be different, something full of many spiritual meanings, being more than a simple primitive artistic impulse. If I could clearly see the miracle of an artistic manifestation of visual level, under the delicacy and modesty of a luminous face, in a composition capable of passing the test of time, my whole life would become a confession of faith in all states of mind that are fulfilled only on the surface of the canvas painted with great skill.

I am the artist, and the rose is the homage of the artist to the high idealism of his literary creation. Looking at the vigorous objectivity of a being who is both body and soul, unfolded before a much greater world, with the simple generosity with which the rose continues to make me partaker of divine heights, I take the time to define myself by the term Mainshiryerra, as the promise of a purely imaginary, illusory happiness.

Only one artistic form defines my art and personality: the revelation of an existence that transcends corporeality and the material. I am an artist whenever I change into a rose, delicate and uplifting like a good thought addressed to the dream of being as natural as possible in experience and feeling. Only then do the words of the writer Simona Popescu seemed relevant to me, those said in the novel “Juventus”:

“I would have liked to write about the ages of so many ways we have gone through so far without realizing it, about those that bring us closer or separate us from who we are; about the inability to speak of yourself as a unitary being, about the horror that at any present time you are, in fact, only an intermediary, a forerunner; about the disgusting idea that you will one day become your own distant relative; about the humiliation of not knowing who you are and what you will be; and the horror of knowing who you are and what you will be and how long you are allowed to live.”

Can you look at yourself in a mirror and recognize yourself in completely new ways of being, following the formulation of a new vision of art and creation that can be passed on?

Otherwise, artists are, like obligatory anchors to approach the reality of things reflected in another dimension of existence where God, the endless creator of all things, is mirrored as the destiny of an uplifting art expressed in the form of a thought transposed into the plane of nature. They claim the right to live freely, in peace, more and more distinctly, the number of other worlds and Universes, all the more so as the level of spirituality that unites their dreams, ideals, destinies, is determined by enumerating comparisons with metaphorical value that make up the “Poetic” portrait of a literary work.

When I write these lines so delightful, receptive to beauty, to the poetry of a calm and sublime world that is part of the universe of a painting capable of speaking to the soul in a universal language, I am overwhelmed by the emotion that the rose “Double Delight” – evolved into a reflective vibration entity called “The inability to be a fact”.

The artist is more than a man, more than an ordinary land, more than a fruit of nature, he is the shell of a soul freed from passions, immersed in the mystery of an imaginary world.

How much does the rose know about me, about me placed among other people, about me that is someone else when I am surrounded by colors; about me, the same self in another world, much more fantastic than any imagination could inspire? And if it knew my past, comparing me to the past of the whole world, to the history of a repeating world, to the world of an atypical being who is also one with God in the fullness of his attributes, could it recognize itself in me as a Creator of a quiet, balanced painting?

Dear reader. If you happen to come across a rose that smiles at you just like in a mirror where you can see yourself, smile at it just like when you look at yourself in the guise of an artist who feeds on the euphoria of creation. My vision is a projected image in the future of what my world will look like, close to that world of the spirit that lives in everything and all surrounding things.

Leadership must be received as a mirror in which you look with maximum sincerity at yourself, what you see as the reality of a dream transformation, subordinated to a vision that cuts a singular perspective in the world plan: the work of an Absolute Creator.

The Outline Of An Eye Full Of Its Own Gaze can be considered complete when it is made by an artist whose destiny embodies the spirit and essence of a rose captured in a moment of search for beauty in any fragment of life sprung out of nature.