The Slowly Unfolding Image Of The Autumn Rose

The rose is the seal of a single mystery, formed by the simple addition of a subtle detail in an inimitable artistic formula.

The language of the rose is the monologue of an artist who, in his unconditional kindness, without any constraint, expresses his creative force through the murmured vibration of a feeling of the purest and highest expression. A feeling like this the artist has for virtuous women, or for those rare things picked from nature and taken very close to perfection, for the power of a mother’s cry, or for the comfort of the mercy of a God who cares for mankind.

The language of nature is a permanent search for art in every corner of our existence, fragile and vulnerable, laden with vague melancholy or overflowing of soul, pronounced anxieties, affected by the passing of time. The guiding rose, so dear, struck by the inclement weather of late autumn, makes me feel overwhelmed by the pains of a complicated world that, ever more indifferent to the spiritual dimension, has never seemed more fragile.

For years, aspects related to physical, mental and emotional intimacy have not given me an answer to the question: “what is hidden in the life of the one who hides while everything is repeated?”. Only the rose gave me an answer, seriously and accentuated, by the magic with which the artist manages to merge intimately, in the same work, the clearing of an alley shaded by old linden trees that invites you to a deepening in the unknown, with the colorful exuberance of the autumn landscape, somewhere away from the eyes of the world.

The aesthetics of the murky landscape, but full of cheerful colors, becomes an event of active appreciation of art when the voice of an unknown speaker, thickened by an autumnally feeling, justified by the rarity of a serious moment, touches (with the echo of destroyed hope) a dusty object, or even a troubled man, in order to be able to make a journey in a place laden with constraints, deeper states and much more intense experiences.

Does your personality seek to create a visual identity that allows you to take root in the memory of a unique moment captured in an image with a hint of artwork?

I turned my garden into a space of reflection on the most secret thoughts, a way of exposing a deaf language, without primary quality in painting because it ceases to characterize a landscape to call itself “distinctive”. Thus, the landscape can be admitted as a kind of renunciation of the self to be considered “significant” for the experience of revealing a larger reality, worthy of 21st century surrealists.

At this moment, the language I use in the presence of nature is the product of a particular, isolated consciousness, using as an anchor of a message to the future a chain of “n” thoughts characterized by changes in moods, especially those that generate profound symptoms of an emotional nature: exhaustion, sadness, vain glory.

A personality that embraces this language submits with dignity to a work of art that lives, especially through the message it expresses: “everything that hurts or upsets you also makes you see life differently.”

Isn’t it true that you can feel a hint of hopelessness in my writing, as the colder, more capricious, fiercer weather gets you trapped in a maze of questions, secrets and uncertainties, as if you were entering the atmosphere of the novel “The Name of the Rose” by Umberto Eco?

When the rose loses its petals in late autumn, it is only then that the artist seems to be strongly sensitized to the impossibility of tasting the delights of a multicolored image, as if introduced into an image of the end of the world, as in the vision of the photographer Christian Wærsten.

Here, the highlight of my story, which I will never be able to separate from, is given by the awareness of the aesthetic or spiritual content of a work of art that impresses through the echoes of philosophical substantiality, of the type: “I will never forget myself, no matter if I am a good or a bad painter.”

Can the living picture of your art be framed in the memory of a time when you experience a depressing state, which can be used as an analogue term for a broader context of knowing and understanding the motivation behind the creative process?

In “The Instant Millionaire”, writer Mark Fisher guides a young man to fulfill his dreams. The young man is invited for a walk through a large garden of roses. They walked in silence for a while. The millionaire stopped in front of a rose bush with magnificent flowers and remained lost in contemplation. When he came about, he said:

“I think I’ve smelled these roses thousands of times, but each time I find it to be a different experience. Do you know why? Because I learned to live here and now. I forget the past and I don’t care about the future. The secret is as simple as you could imagine: mental concentration. The more focused your mind is, the more it lives in the present and the more absorbed it is in everything it does. Concentration is the key to success in all areas of life. The more you’ll be able to concentrate better, the more efficiently you work, noticing even the details easily missed by others. Gardening helps you observe more and more of the things surrounding you.”

Dear reader, every time you doubt yourself, when life will be harder for you to endure, return to this rose and remind yourself of what it represents in a universe that fits your mind, because it and you were made by the same God, to discover in it his work. Concentrate on the relationship between nature and the human being in order to bring up the subject of the Great Work, before you consider yourself an artist of memorable expression, a hermeneut of the image drawn from the mysteries of the worlds of the universe.

The only detail that added in an inimitable artistic formula can achieve a resemblance between you and the rose, is based on the idea of perceiving a composition as a whole, not as a sum of the parts, as an emanation of the impression of an unlimited space, or as a materialization of a force of a surreal nature that only an artist of memorable expressions can produce. Such an artistic formula may be “the spontaneous drawing through a sense of self” or “the coloring of a beautiful thought from the unseen world.”

The true motivation of an artist, the one that underpins the creative process, is to capture with inspiration and appreciation “the totality of the world” in a single deep and moving moment, accepting the challenge of interpreting an image with content of “self-reflection” in a corner of reality unbeknownst to anyone.

The Slowly Unfolding Image Of The Autumn Rose highlights a way of exposing the incursion into a pressing world, one which wants itself to be creative, but also an artistic process of constructing the symbols of defining the “self” by assuming the hypostasis of a character who analyzes spiritual states, conceptions, ideas through the echo of a feverish loneliness.