The Reflection Of My Gaze Towards Higher Things

What you see in yourself is what the eye captures in a symbolic image with the effect of creating depth in your existence.

I look at the sky, sky-blue in color, after my mind has soaked in the smile of the sun. I know I have to make a change in everything, I suspect this, my conscience demands this and my soul commands me, but not before I am one with the sky, not before I enjoy its color. A kind of calm, bright and patient, lingers before my eyes that can’t get enough of the sky-blue color, so much do they deepen in contemplation, admiring the abode of God’s kingdom.

Before I found myself as a confidant of a color that, as far as I can see, could evoke a new reality through meaningful metaphors, I remembered that all the faith that a true artist demonstrates boils down to the victory of light, springing from an Ossetonevah(the enveloping brightness of a candid, soft, pure real). As I draw more, everything becomes more fascinating. As the drawing is the rhythm of the painting, so the sky-blue color, suggesting self-expression and wisdom, can accelerate the pace with which I contemplate an unseen beauty, as I believe it is to be lived, without feeling any pain.

Are you trying to use visual experimentation to amplify your expressive power, as you refine the relationship between form, structure, and your own visual perception?

To not see the vague shadows around me, to see only the signs of time interspersed with the visual of a zone of relaxation and comfort, where the mind and soul, as much as they can complement each other, be part of the tones or shades of the same color. And maybe this way I will convince myself of the real meaning of a combinatorics from the universe of artistic creation that makes possible the ascent of the soul from matter to the spiritual world.

Where do I have the power to conceive and contrast two poses of the same human type, the artist and his muse, in a creative adventure of great coherence, so that I keep in my soul the peace that the beauty of a color gives to relax the atmosphere?

Justifiably, if I were a color, and I would describe myself by means of the sky-blue hue, with seen and unseen connections between earth and above, then between above and higher above, just to suggest to the artist’s spirit where and in what sense to activate the relationship with God, then I should sensitize the matter that surrounds me, whose vibration brings me happiness and a high state of mind.

Can your work resonate with you through the subtle echo of likeness, remaining alive only through the materialization of your vision in a transfigured image?

May my life be as bright and open as the color is. And if I am satisfied with myself, it is because I am satisfied with that aspect of a color described with a name like “sky-blue”. Therefore, the matter that determines the color of the eyes on a clear day, the natural substance present in humans in different proportions and concentrations, the substance that becomes form, related to the pleasant sensation that a well-colored painting can leave me with, is the real seen with other eyes, it is the horizon of the inner that passes the sight through faith.

Rising in the realm of light, matter (the higher potency of form) is a space of reflection about the world, about myself. It is the reflection of my gaze towards higher things, and, at the same time, it is the reflection of my gaze inward, towards my self, valid through the visual comparison of the color of the sky with the ideal side of things that truly fulfill me in the search for the truth and the meaning of creation. Naturally, I mirror myself in the sky-blue color as the artist mirrors himself in the work of art and in the soul of his contemplator.

Can your becoming a creator depend on a gaze that stops at the banal, without penetrating the depth of the image?

Sky-Blue. Of course, you have the merit of communicating to me that inner experience that the artist often imprints on his static natures, with fragrant flowers that exude a gentle tranquility. With surprise and elegance, you move calmly and neutrally under my gaze, always in a different form, with the help of stylistic figures. But at the same time, no matter how wide your horizon is and no matter how immense the diversity, no matter how much you open my mind and soul, I will think about you the same thing that the writer Alexandru Vlahuță thought about the work of the Romanian painter Nicolae Grigorescu:

“So harmonious are the colors on the canvases of the artist. You dream, you think in front of them. The smallest things whisper to you words of deep evocative power. In his flowers there is tenderness and the moist breath of life, they smile with their radiance of moment and with something of the glance of human eyes. You expect them to shake. You expect to see them withered, dead in a few moments—so much tenderness, so much fresh light trembles in each petal. You think, admiring them: how pure the artist’s soul must be, so that, passing through them, to enter eternity, these momentary flowers would not have lost any of their temporal charm.”

My dear color. A joy of your serene shade accompanies my soul in everything that I am writing now under the sign of art, under the seal of the word. If ever I shall be reflected into the eyes of the blue sky, into the theme of the flowers of the field, or into the clear waters of the rivers, and if I gain a share of the universe’s access to beauty, then I shall see my own beauty represented in a figure full of expression which has not lost any of its charm.

Does your vision reflect that unity that reveals the depth of being, where the Ego submits to the spirit to build an imperishable stability?

The Reflection Of My Gaze Towards Higher Things can only be interpreted by making a journey into the world of colors, where the sky blue gives brightness to the space where my artist spirit can roam freely and enjoy the wonder of creation.

That says it all. The color clearly reflects the feeling of self-satisfaction on which the whole picture of my personality is built. As for the clear sky, I hope it always smiles at me !