What Did You Want To Tell Me, Look?
What you see in yourself is what you let reflect around you.
On the streets of Iasi, in Copoului park, an oasis of color in a dreamy landscape is taking shape. In this quiet place, a piece of heaven removed from the urban bustle, the flowers open their petals like little multi-colored treasures that deserve to be looked at for a long time, by no means stolen. Here, a simple woman, with hands cracked by work and a face furrowed by the sun, but with an artist's soul, weaves her magic, an arte a traves del cual se presentan al publico ilusiones apparentemente imposibles. She is my neighbor, a simple woman, raised in the country, without any college, and who works at Salubris, but who transformed the park into a living masterpiece.
Behind the simplicity hides a deep and creative soul, perceived only as a silent enigma. Her rough hands, accustomed to mowing the lawn and planting flowers, became in time living, clean brushes, painting with vivid colors the green canvas of nature. Arranged with care, with enchanted images, the flowers are not just simple plants, green views of nature, but poems written with delicate petals and vibrant colors, odes to the simple beauty of the world. Thanks to her, each flower has a special place, a story to tell, an emotion to convey.
The projection of her soul floods the geography of vision, transforming the mundane into a symphony of colors and fragrances, along the lines of an "Enztaassal Desthiasha Idasenzi", the revelation of a creative manifestation. Young or old, all passers-by stop from time to time and admire the work of a soul in love with nature, amazed by the beauty created by the hands of this simple woman, unknown, often overlooked, but holier than all. There is something in it, a small addition of appreciation for beauty, that kind of dignity that makes you superior to the others, not coming out except through the voice that the surrounding eyes give to art, elevate it to the light, to the good God.
Can you express the vibrant essence of creation through your inner voice in an engaging visual message?
An artist soul does not need privileged conditions to manifest its authentic splendor. These silent fountains of anonymous art flow smoothly and color the world with their dull freshness, and only when you cut beyond appearances and simplify the outer noise can you hear the melodious whispers of blooming nature.
Indeed, even the humblest of men can create unforgettable masterpieces, like artists who confess their souls in moments of divine inspiration. It is not for nothing that the writer Simona Popescu chose "Exuvii" as a means of revealing the sensitivity that comes from the metamorphosis of butterflies:
"It is curious how seldom you meet men who say things which we cannot say ourselves about the formation and transformation of the eternal spirit. That is the rule of memories. If I were to penetrate into the chamber of the soul of any of them, I should find that he is pure and fragile, like a lily surrounded by butterflies. Perhaps, beyond this delicate flower, a great psalm is heard with faith, a whisper of the universe that sings an endless story. Is it possible that the echo of the stars is hidden in its delicate fragrance falling flowers she gathered in her dreams, and a pale light that pulsates with the rhythm of her inner universe? Do we not find the delicacy of her dreams in the butterfly's wings?"
How important to you is the appreciation of the inner voice, reflected in the idea that what you express uplifts your soul and connects you to the divine essence?
Some gestures rely on a motor impulse, erupted from the depths of the being, revealing the vital principle of all artists endowed with aesthetic power: "As an intermediary between the material world and the spiritual world, the artist has the ability to access and express the vibrant essence of creation through the voice interior, transforming it into an instrument of the revelation of primordial beauty."
Of course, in the crystalline diamond of the pure soul hides the echo of shooting stars, manifested through graceful eruptions of creative gestures.
This woman does not have university degrees, she did not study art in prestigious schools, in accordance with world trends. But it has something much more precious, something passed through the purifying fire, something that contains the supreme power of the universe: the "noble soul". An elan whose intensity gives value to existence, summarizing the being in its original depth. He has the talent to see the beauty in the simplest things and share it with others. It has a special sensitivity, like that of a butterfly, a receptivity to the harmony of nature that is translated through special floral arrangements.
Her artistic soul flows into everything she does, turning a simple sanitation job into a work of art. All those who admire her floral arrangements smile, feel calmer, more connected to nature, in tune with the harmony of a life lived in balance. And her greatest joy, tightly held to her chest, is given by a small addition of appreciation for beauty: "This is what I made with my hands, this is my work, which all the passers-by admire !"
Can you consider your talent for seeing beauty in the simplest things to be the object of a fulfilling attention, and not an effort to overcome yourself?
Sublime, isn't it? Beyond apparent fragility, like the lily surrounded by butterflies, such gestures carry the primordial force of cosmic creation. Through its crystal clarity, this soul reflects the primordial light in a concentrated form accessible to human perception. I still don't know what's more important: to see what I feel, or to feel what I see.
The visual aesthetic she creates is not just a simple treat for the eyes. It is an invitation to introspection, an awakening of the senses, a deeper connection with nature and with one's own being, an "Auriumerial Ephicasedom Appel", a form of spiritual enlightenment translated as "capturing emotion through images". Always in bloom, full of color and good cheer, the flowers cared for by her tell us about the fragile beauty of her life, about the simple joy of the little things in her life, about the transforming power of art to which her pure soul aspires.
As I said, if we were to enter the sanctuary of the soul of such a pure being, we would discover a crystalline fragility, like a lily surrounded by butterflies. This simple woman, without any education, has demonstrated so many times that art is not reserved for the elites, but is an expression of the human soul, accessible to everyone. That beauty can be found anywhere, in any place, if we have open eyes and a receptive heart. That an artist's soul can turn any corner of the world into a masterpiece.
The true measure of greatness is recognizing that the supreme power of the universe, reflected in your noble soul, is a testimony to the beauty you spread around.
What did you want to tell me, look? That the image of a beautiful life resides in simplicity? That the image of a beautiful story resides in the experiences? That the ultimate beauty does not reside in external refinement, but in the depth of emotion and sensitivity of the soul connected with nature? Or, perhaps, only what is inside man gives the measure of the beauty he spreads around?
The look, as my eyes perceive it, filled with what I feel every moment, always reminds me that any simple man I meet is a man with a big soul. And the only truth I really know is that I am inspired by such people.
