The Work That Never Gets Old

What you see within yourself when you descend into the depths of your being, becomes the reflection of reality in the mirror of the universal soul.

The dream was repeated three times during the same night. The painting appeared to me mysteriously, shrouded in an enigmatic aura, on the line of a suspended thread of time, as if it were a compass guiding me to a hidden truth. When I awoke, the chromatic reverberations of the canvas continued to flicker before my eyes like an LED screen, beckoning me to plunge into their unfathomable depths. In any case, the shadows of the reveries seemed to stretch beyond the edges, disguised as hieroglyphics of a cosmic alphabet, the secret meaning of which was partially revealed to me, drunk by the dreamlike waves still vibrating in my being.

The ecstasy of the colors combined in a strange game of circular movements instilled in me a sacred thrill, a kind of unbridled desire to possess the "Secret Reimagined", and my gaze seemed to have become an act of initiation into the imperceptible mysteries of Creation, frozen in the enchanted cloth. What shined like a lantern in a place where every minute takes her to the depths, was precisely that beacon of the soul, shining in the uncertain darkness, guiding me to the unknown realm of primordial wisdom, Cynosez Ashutoica Irosisymaa, an imaginary that seeks " the material" in another imaginary.

Each situation is cut from a reality that crosses the boundaries of time, that's why the work never gets old!

Dream is the legacy of an artistic mind that explores the boundaries of the imagination and the subconscious, seeking to bring to light hidden meanings and deep emotions in a visual and symbolic form. For this reason, trying to see the well-known painting in my dream again, living in a world of fascinating contrasts, I became the anonymous painter, escaped from a striking, haunting reality, similar to the one extracted from the old forbidden treatises on art.

Can you find a balance between the image of reality and the artistic interpretation, if your experiences are marked by visual images that provide a unified representation of the experiences that make up your life?

Deep inside the baroque building of the "Ministry of Dream Alchemy", artists were chosen not for their talent, but for their dreams. They were learning to control their subconscious, turning lucid dreams into grand collective experiences. These dreams were projected into the sky as living, luminous frescoes that influenced the emotions and thoughts of the entire population. The dream thus became a public art, a form of shaping reality through the human imagination.

In another way, Alice from Lewis Carroll's novel stepped through the looking-glass and entered an absurd and wonderful world where smiling cats talked to pocket watches, rabbits wore vests and top hats, and the Queen of Hearts played croquet with flamingo. It was like a living dream, full of mysteries and amazing transformations. Alice has become an artist herself in this magical reality, using her imagination to navigate the challenges and joys of this fantasy world.

I suppose the dream placed me in an area between these two contexts, between the fascinating world of contrasts and the striking world of mystery in a forbidden space. It's a relief to know you're guided by curiosity and imagination, but a chore to feel the burden of navigating the ambiguous realm of inner knowing.

I looked into the painting, as if it were an enchanted mirror, and saw an astonishing scene unfold before my eyes: in a field of deep red roses, a majestic god (with a shining king's countenance) hovered above, with a huge flower in his hands. His gentle gaze filled with ancient wisdom seemed to encompass my entire existence.

Are you able to become the reflection of a vision that helps you master your destiny even in the whirlwind of experiences in which you follow your dream?

The god then bent down slightly, in a reverence meant to acknowledge the upheaval of all normalcy, kissing the topmost petal of the "Double Delight" rose with a gesture so akin to despair, with the feeling that life was but a hair's breadth away, by such a thin thread, which is sometimes broken. At that divine touch, the flower slowly began to open, revealing at its center a magical, mysteriously twisted lujer. The god then offered that rose to the dreamer, allowing him to travel through dream and reality dimensions at will.

Then suddenly I woke up. Looking at the painting in the same lost way, as if coming back from a fantastic world, I felt that I had freed myself from an imaginary prison in which God kept reality suspended. A magical thrill came over me when I saw, in the corner of the painting, that twisted flower of the divine rose. For a moment, it seemed to me that I was holding in my hand the flower received in my dream from God, as a mysterious gift. It was exactly the rose in my garden. As a result, determined to discover the secret of this unusual experience, I set out to search for the meaning of the symbols encountered, feeling how the border between dream and reality is becoming thinner and thinner.

Can you use your dreamlike virtues to express the tendency to give visionary form to the inner experience, integrating visual cues that create the effect of depth at the level of artistic interpretation?

Contemplating the rose received in the gift of the dream, so similar to the one in my garden, I felt the touch of an invisible brush within me. Rather, I felt seized by a metaphysical thrill, as if I had deciphered an ancestral code, a living cryptogram about the mystery of existence. The velvet petals, the magical bud, the divine sap that gave it life - all seemed to be the ultimate brush with which the "Great Painter" paints his work on the canvas of being.

This rose thus became an all-encompassing symbol, an Iriusiotic Atricaorach, a perfect metaphor for the indestructible connection between dream and reality, between spirit and matter, between me and God. Just as the painter's brush lends its noble colors to embody beauty on the canvas, so my dream drew its sap from the essence of reality, to give it the infinite embellishment of the imaginary.

Three dream virtues stand out here: Inner exploration (the ability to explore and discover aspects of the self and psyche during dreams), Resilience (the ability to adapt and cope with difficult or stressful situations that may appear in the dream ), and Reflection (the ability to reflect on dream experiences and learn from their meanings for everyday life)

How can the symbolism in an artistic scene give you a revelatory view of your own existence, in a way that transcends the immediate interpretation of reality?

The work that never ages is about art's ability to transcend the passage of time and communicate universal and timeless truths about human existence. Through this, I believe that an artist like myself could consider himself gifted with the ability to create works that stand the test of time, provoking the thinking of future generations, reflecting the complexity of existence in a timeless way.