60/90 cm, oil on canvas
Even today, in this very moment, people are teaching computers to be “ human”. Computers today can print impasto, they can do perfect copies on an object, they can even mix words to make poetries, they can create beautiful songs and extraordinary works of art. Still, they cant go over some limits , the limits of their knowledge. If they are programmed to paint a rabbit with fur, legs and two big ears, they will always paint it this way because they are told to. It doesn’t mean that this image necessary represent a rabbit as a being. Only a heartbeat of a baby rabbit heart can be as complex and mysterious as the entire universe. And this heart beat will never fit into a little sketch, no matter how big somebody would draw it, no matter if you use all the ink in the world to paint it, and the knowledges of all geniuses in the world, you will never be able to comprehend the meaning and the enigma of such a wonder that is a living heart. This is why, I was thinking..
When the painter stops painting , when the artist stops searching for art, when the singer stops singing , when the composer stops composing, just breathing, just letting himself to be overwhelmed by his simple existence, only then, maybe, like a curious little bird, through the door of love, the essence of the soul will come around and- if he’s lucky, the brush keeper will witness a spark of light on his canvas.
Memories of time
Cice, 25 august 2015
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