The Thrill Of Looking Through The Deep Red Of The Rose

The most powerful weapon of an artist is a brushstroke passing through the petals of a blood-colored rose.

No one believes me when I say that I am a rose, in the true sense of the word, because this world so technological is a correlation of all the dynamics of profitable business, and people no longer believe in art, in creation, in the power of the gods to transcend all things and all forms of knowledge. Suddenly, I have to find a good opportunity to place myself in the plane of a higher expectation coming from a brilliant artist who knows how to distinguish between the emotion of an expressionist experience and the reasoning of a world increasingly indifferent to the spiritual dimension of life, all at the same time.

No one knows that behind the rose hides the work of an eternal creator, as present as possible in an experience such as “Looking through deep red” that refers to the works of the famous Tiziano Vecelli, and that I experienced the time that the creator awarded to the famous painter so that he could prove his mastery in making paintings of inestimable value. It is as if I were stuck in a destiny that does not belong to me, in a kind of sketch, a scribble, uma arte que poucos realmente entendem, which I guess only from the height of self-expression, being closely related to the pale reflex of a dualistic gnosis.

The rose has something deep from within me, from the man seen as a metaphysical being of nature, from the living and creative spirit of En Soph, representing something akin to an artist’s attempt to paint the whole landscape of Creation, including himself, from the point of view of a world that rises above reality by harmonizing heaven and earth, past and present, face to face with the work of a genius who never ceases to grow before the living eyes of a subjective narrator.

At the forefront of the picture I am creating must be the measure of my own fulfillment: either I manage to reach the height of an ageless age, or I remain the same for the sake of a realistic and spiritual order that urges self-reflection.

Can the emotion produced by the manifestation of your creation in time fully penetrate the point of view of a subjective narrator who can give a special meaning to the sensitivity of his own being?

What does a deep understanding of life mean when in front of my eyes is a rose full of feelings, full of sensitivity and charm, according to the quality of the content of a painting whose theme – Essamynsedhe(the great promise of a victorious destiny) acquires a broad connotation, quiet: of innocence and wisdom?

Perhaps my very penetrating gaze, accessible by the intense red of a storm of time, by the red of a moment kept in a dream spark, by contrast with that color of the purple iris, will stand out in the realistic scenario of a forays into the life of that pharaoh who wrote the following epitaph on the silver tablets himself: “I became a great man after I was a small man.”

With all my artistic genius, full of naturalness, subject to the interaction between the great struggles of the times, I cannot fully penetrate the mysteries of divine creation to give special meaning to the sensitivity of my own being, which involves perpetual communication between earth and heaven. There is only one thing I can do, one more thing I am able to accept with a proper echo in a space of subjectivity: to remain a rose of a bright red color, sensitive, free, and to watch the world as it is changed by the pen of the Eternal Creator.

The sensitivity of a being who experiences the emotion of a rose extended in humanity, made accessible, personified by the Spirit of God for my salvation, is captured in a discreet painting whose theme seems to be related to the artist’s journey into a dream world, the journey in time, in a life that is passed on from generation to generation.

Can the creation you dedicate yourself to with so much passion and intelligence influence the perception of an image that leads to a higher estimate of reality?

At one point, Balzac created a character, a painter named Frenhofer, who was increasingly torn by the inability to reach his goal because of the discovery he had made, namely that there is no outline, only oscillating shades.

Is the eye more of a liar than ever? The very creation of such a character, surrounded by the intense red gaze of a more pronounced understanding of man towards the language and value of art, denotes a certain closeness to the moment of reaping the fruit as a painter and reaping the fruit of nature.

But this is not necessarily synonymous with a beneficial discovery. Because in art, regarding the creation of beauty in any thing or any being, the symbolic key of a work is represented by the perception of an image that leads to a higher estimate of reality organized around a single theme: the consciousness of a personal spiritual experience.

Whoever wants to understand the urge of my heart, the acceleration of its beats, its impulse of creation directed to those wonderful moments of anticipation of surrealist art, must first be absorbed by the vivid colors and touches full of personality that bear the signature of dozens of painters that I have known throughout a life that is repeated every generation, but in a different version of reality.

This reality expresses the idea of aspiration to the heights of a spiritual world, which you do not realize until you capture the relationship between two similar characters, meant to upset you, to force you to look inside yourself, to seek the perfection of a work that, for the time being, no one completed: the experience of communion with a metaphysical being of nature.

A metaphysical being of nature is the product of a reality that from one angle seems to be the experience of a story centered around a ubiquitous character, and from another angle seems to be the triumph of a surreal art.

The Thrill Of Looking Through The Deep Red Of The Rose is exerted on the artist’s creative work approached from the perspective of the possible establishment of a world of great depth in which the decisive element is the sensitivity to reveal a deep experience, one of a dream-like nature.

The rose still leads my brush to the canvas of the lives of other characters, wanting to experience each one with open eyes, with enthusiasm, in slow motion, so as to set the tone for an immortal masterpiece. The rose designates the transition from one time to another, from the story of one character to the story of another character, from the experiences of other lives that influence me in the present.

Thank you that I can be like you, in the way that reality, being mistaken for imagination, dissolves in front of thousands of worlds and situations brought to life by people who translate into more and more colorful characters.