Your Painted Smile

Learn to see yourself through the confessions of artists, so that you may reach the profound intensity of their inner lives.

Her gaze paused over me, affectionate, compassionate and gentle, as a message to promote the reading of a poetry full of rhyme, in which the author staged an "ego" full of finesse that increased the impulse to gain pleasure in seeing things which he possesses. Engulfing is the power of a smile that calms you.

It is obvious that she has not suffered the prominent influence of my literature, yet it seemed to have been touched by the mirage of a freedom acquired on the basis of comparisons between the brilliance of a repeating dream and the color of a successful thriller of courage and prosperity. Her gaze, like every movement of the wings of a butterfly on May, exerts a certain pressure on my thoughts, a redirection of the feeling of ephemeralness, making me stray ever farther, towards heights, like birds, in a flight above the clouds, through the universe of an odd laugh.

I still analyze the effects and chromatic variations of a facial expression with a significant impact on the human psyche. Through a simultaneous contrast effect, the atmosphere of deep soul vibration serves as the backdrop of a picture enlivened by the endless thought of a journey in time, when everything remains complementary to the color of light, that pale-pink of a moment kept in a spark of eternity.

Do you perceive your self through a framework of ideological-literary representation, like the viewer of an image trying to access the intelligible level through sensible experience?

I fear nothing. I do not want to be deceived by the mirror of the soul, something that consumes me through emotional load, expressiveness and suggestion. The secret weapon of a woman is a reality that does not obey either space or time. How much would an artist suffer if he gave up the temptation to bind himself spiritually to someone without embracing a place of the transcendence of the real, the multiplication of lights and the expansion of mystery.

Don’t talk to me. Let me see you through the lens of a category of ideological-literary representation, of a logic of the differences of nuances, with the pleasure with which the painter shapes a vision from which he draws the stakes of an avant-garde destiny, revealing through a bizarre coincidence of colors a secret world, full of magic, loaded with divine faith and grace.

I carefully observe the glowing of your eyes, their color is real, but at the same time they seem lost in a surreal story. Everything disappears in a moment, like when you try to confiscate the sparkle of a star, allowing yourself to be blinded by the light of a space that widens as you go deeper into it.

Can you fix an emotional state within the portrayal of an image, giving visibility to a self that rejects the banal and lingers in the atmosphere of an experience that transcends form?

Seen as a double of a Cella Serghi character, I can only fix this being’s correspondences in the white and pink color nomenclature used by painters who want to demonstrate the beauty of a picture in interaction with a state of fantasy that is the essence of an autonomous artistic genre, through a profound literary character.

You had the power to open another door, another book, through a combination of curiosity and desire, urging me to continue the attempts to "scout" the meanings that colors bear in an addition of depth to the contrasts between delicate and energetic. The strength of a woman is recognized in the intensity of the color the artist chooses to predominate in his painting.

Red signifies imagination. Pride is slightly camouflaged in a yellowish white in the corner of her lips. I have not yet decided how I should understand you, without giving up the temptation to bind myself to any uncompromising compromise in the passion I place in the benefit of artistic ideas, between existing through a chiaroscuro and going deeper in the pages inspired by a high poetic wardrobe.

Do you practice a bifocal vision, for both near and distance, through an approach based on high involvement in supporting someone else?

You weighed me in a moment and it was not too my advantage it seemed. But to understand you from a glimpse, to use that substance dissolved in a certain amount of solvent at a certain temperature, gives the color a luminous intensity, I must allow you to lose yourself in the memory that the gesture of a completely accidental touch awakens.

You read my book about the qualities of the leader and you were so excited, much too touched by the collage painted entirely with the logic of the reasoning in which the human engineering experience, called metamorphosis, is inventively used, in a crescendo of the desperation of wanting to be part of a story with a visible aesthetic degree.

Walking through the room, I showed you the pictures that have always brought joy to my soul. Original paintings imagined by my mother, regarding the human wealth of man, meant to reflect a way of expression of creativity brought to another level. A simple exercise to eliminate the tension between reality and fiction. Everything around that special state of energy released by the work that you put your soul into and are pleasantly surprised by the final result.

Your gaze always turned to me, your smile harmoniously combined with the features of a mystical character in a literary work that translates into other worlds and makes you reflect on the events that occur in an eerie silence. So much gentleness exits your presence, feeling it like a hand on your shoulder, like a tightening in your heart's heart. A sign that you accepted me as your own confidant, you were burning to embrace my emotion with the most intense passion of the mind to control another mind.

Do you contribute to creating a model of experience born from the details of a being who measures their lived experiences before a mirror, reflecting a reality that is never twice the same?

But what do you think of me when you look at me so adorably? I am trying to enter your mind for a moment, to open your hidings through a Cella Serghi character who loved the ability to be passionate, preoccupied with beauty.

"You look at me as if from another realm, sometimes ready to embrace me. You are not afraid, you do not defend yourself. You are so sure of yourself, slightly ironic, a little sad. As a man in front of a shop window, admiring a gem that fascinates him. He would like to have it, but knows that’s not possible. A shop window separates them, a world. There is pain and anger in your eyes, but also something inviting and good. You will leave the storefront slightly nostalgic. You have other things to attend to, other business. The world is big. It is not like a shop window. But for me the earth shrunk. It is as much as you surround it. You are the whole world. And I am the desperate lover of this world."

We stayed up late at night together as two statues that are waiting to come to life at the colorful touch of a surrealist painter. I imagined her look, solemn and dignified, as you would show an angel descending from heaven, breaking the prison roof and releasing its prisoner.

She tried to catch my gaze without anyone to know, as an invisible instance analyzing gestures and reactions of the characters in a literary work that will never be finished. I was the alien "eye" that dominates the image created in the panorama of consciousness sensible to beauty. She was that part of the mirror that reflects the eye’s attention towards the absolute, infinity and mystery. In me persisted its desire to sip the kiss of an endless love.

We both constituted the background of a painting "I lost you inside my mind", in which the lyricism of colors, the symbolic ambivalence of a temporary microcosm, the inspiration of high poeticism. In fact, we both seemed to have come out of the pen of an artist who does not know adversity in art.

Through art, man is reflected in a double mirror: that of the literary work and that of a fictional reality that appears more vivid than reality itself.

Your Painted Smile is the creation of an artist who starts studying color from understanding the mechanism of visual perception as the fundamental moment of the experience of existing as a being that passionately aspires to consistently achieve a superlative intensity of inner life.

* Note: Bryan Ferry - Your Painted Smile