The Price Of An Immortal Rose

Learn to look from the perspective of a creation that does not cease to amaze, considering the composition of an image that represents you by its nature.

There is something between me and this rose, it is something in us that speaks to us in the opposite direction of any gravity of the seemingly derisory enigmatic: rather than in pain, suffering, wandering, better anything else. It depicts the beauty of the world as a form of imitation of the features of an artist who adds to his paintings the plans of a vision of earlier earthly lives, the intimate foundations of an explanation given to the universe: “why exist without living through the very listening of time?”

The rose highlights the “near-far” relationship between the earth and the universe, between expression and freedom, the symbol of a great creator of beauty who adds spines to the conventionality of its representation on the stage of life. He possesses a mystery aura that persists on the reception of imaginatively transmitted ideas, sometimes graphic, in the symbolic equivalence of a mature being aspiring to perfection.

Watching him in the raindrops, feeling him transfigured into a believer who elevates a hymn of glory to the Almighty God, as the effect of a magic happened directly in nature, I imagine him lost in the infinite depth of a deep pain that dazzles him like a lightning, as if his presence in this world would be overlooked. I sense him plunging into a sentimental past, a path the Spirit takes in a linear space to check the laws of the universe governing man’s life, under the engraving of a sacred symbol of creation, having the charm of a word that repeats obsessively in the temple of immortality.

If you manage to look at a rose as a miracle of nature, in the sense of a creature that is continually growing in meaning, perhaps you will learn to read the thoughts of God.

Are you able to impress the nature of your being in forming a distinct image, interpreting this experience as a journey into a universe that reveals itself through a unified approach to aesthetics?

The greatness of the rose lies in the sincerity of a moment that is experienced through senses, not through reason. Through that silence that tells you to be patient and to not doubt what you feel, what you think. It knows all the conflicts and controversies of this world, but also all the value valences of an exceptional artistic creation that is not yet ready to be understood by ordinary mortals who are at times mistaken for gods.

The secular experience of painting consecrates it as the mysterious connection between heaven and earth, a subject of knowledge of various realities, a superior blend of knowledge and belief, existing within a certain amount of time sufficient to be able to associate the initiate’s myth in a state of “Alterity” due to the feeling of being different.

With devotion, I speak to him as to an old and dear friend, with whom I have experienced a story of 2000 years, never avoiding the reproaches of an object of love ending with the letter “i” to a point of justified warning on the authenticity of a subjective narrative.

Double Delight. It is the composition of a classical image in the work of a genius painter who delights in the environment and sinks into his feelings by rendering them as colorful as possible. We’re attached to each other. He mumbles my words with insistence, as if he wants to pull away from me the years spent together and to experience in one moment the fullness of a creation meant to extend to its definitive fulfillment, when God will be “all for everyone”.

In my rose, Double Delight, is always mirrored the beginning of a new storyline full of excitement, a certain fullness and warmth, just as in any good soul a special star shines, just as in any infinity of colors shines the inner world of an artist who boldly draws his life. It encompasses the vision of a relationship with a complex universe in the plane of immortality.

So, the aesthetics that characterize the portrait dimension of my creation is the clarity with which I capture a moment of eternity of time, an example of beauty captured in an alternate universe, based on the indulgence of nature to say: “Ascend your spirit to the heights of the joy of giving a new meaning to the world you represent and share it with great talent”.

Can the meaning that you attribute to your image as an artist be understood as a work of a spiritual nature that favors a meeting with the “Creator of a world full of metamorphosis” called upon to express his vision in the memory space of time?

Loneliness does not exist in the world of my rose, not because I speak to it daily, but because my voice appears in the memory of a time that is repeated, making the return of a part of my own being into a carefully chosen compositional setting, in which the painter rewards nature with expressions of divine impulse, beauty, sensitivity, creativity, expressions of how the mind and the soul have seen and imagined the perfect world.

Indeed, very few artists have come to terms with the understanding of the Great Work. The rose, in a wide-open vertical plane, viewed from the point of view of the logos-creation ratio seems (paradoxically) an act of renunciation of the line and the object, being perceived as having as substrate the intellect of a superior mind reached precisely by simplifying living.

“Have I resurfaced any sorrow, have I revived any lost cause?” He asks me, humbly throwing a petal on the wet ground, as if warning me of an eternal weave between the spiritual aspirations of a universe too little explored and the complexity of the problems that interfere with the subtle dynamics of the spatiality of a creation that exceeds the power of encompassing the human mind.

“Definitely”, I answered immediately, watching him lean forward in the soft beating of the spring wind. But I did not breathe a word about everything I thought was linked to our union in spirit, to the service of the same cause created by a complex universe that is strictly within the imaginary space of the word printed with the voice of time.

It is never too late to recover from my dependence on beauty and to choose the anatomy of suffering due to the lack of understanding of a universe far superior to the existential impression that the rose has printed in the memory of time and in which I have wrapped my own living being.

Leadership is the life expectancy of a genius creation meant to find correspondence in a parallel universe in which the simple graphics rendering of reality no longer presents a dose of the spectacular, only living by comparison is what matters.

My dear rose. You lived more than anyone and you will never die, you find yourself in the theme of great paintings, you push the genius of being original in the foreground of the artist’s imagination, you are perceived as a way of measuring the expansion of time in a meaningful universe.

Through you, I experience the masterpiece of a life that goes on gradually to complement the symbolic equivalence of a magical amulet, bringing luck, because it holds the powers of the universe.

The Price Of An Immortal Rose is given by the link “rarity – universal echo”. It refers to the complex product of a unique creation made by a genius artist, endowed with the ability to decipher the message of a universe that does not cease to define itself as a being, nature, image and power potential.

The nature of my being includes the goodness of dividing the thought and will of God with an artist of nature: “Live as dictated by the feeling of spiritual bliss.”