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Starry Night

And in this moment I swear, we are infinite..

Do you ever look upon the stars and dream? I know you do. Did you ever feel the perfect peace on a starry night? Because that’s how I feel when I look at this painting. I feel perfect. I feel calm and fulfilled. I feel infinite. Maybe I’m a dreamer and that’s why I feel like this. Maybe it’s only the simple fact that I love the calm nights with their neon lights and stars. I’m starting to feel more and more lost in this painting, lost in the river, among the stars, guided by the city lights.

Starry Night

A similar view of the one in the painting, 2008.

Light will guide you home.

While I’m still trying to recover, let me write down a few words about the painting itself. It is called Starry Night Over the Rhone and was painted in September 1888 by Vincent van Gogh. It depicts the city of Arles in the south of France where van Gogh moved hoping for refuge at a time when he was ill. The painting shows the bank of river Rhone on a starry night, with the lights of gas lamps and stars reflecting into water.

There is a perfect feeling into this picture and I don’t know where it comes from. Maybe the stars and the sky. Maybe the river. Maybe the reflection of gas lightning… I really don’t know… and I won’t try to pretend that I know. All I know is what I feel and right now and I feel incredible. I feel lost and found in the same time, I feel charmed and fulfilled, I really do feel infinite…

Look again. What do you feel?


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“The Scream” by Edvard Munch

The Scream is a painting by Expressionist painter Edvard Munch, completed in 1893. Expressionism was a modernist movement, initially in poetry and painting, originating in Germany at the beginning of the 20th century. Its typical trait is to present the world solely from a subjective perspective, distorting it radically for emotional effect in order to evoke moods or ideas. Expressionist artists sought to express meaning or emotional experience rather than physical reality. The Scream meets all the characteristics of the Expressionist movement, offering a strong emotional experience at the expense of deforming the physical reality.

The subjective aesthetics of the painting provides a haunting feeling of agony and anxiety. The figurative elements from the second plan are melting into state of impatience and psychedelic harmony. Closer to the central element we encounter a harsh background suggesting the minimalism of the surrounding world, while the neutral two individuals from the same background contrasts with the expressive figure of the one that screams.

The screaming figure is nor man or woman, neither human or metaphysic, but a state itself. The lack of human appearances like hair or eyebrows might enhance the anxious state and improve the expressive image or they may be just a form of indicating the negative power of the internal struggles, such a power that leads to major physical effects. The rest of the body is a form of the environment, formed by the same curved lines as the distant background indicating the emotional unsubstantiality of the body, taking the idea of emotions and moral expression further into our metaphysical condition.

Sometimes I feel like the figure from this painting, I feel like screaming, loud and clear, putting all my forces, all my inner torments into that scream, healing my fragile and tortured soul, but no matter how hard I try, no matter how tormented I am, I can’t reach the intensity of the scream depicted in this panting. That makes ne realise how intense and expressive the painting is. It makes me realise that Munch has painted an universal scream, the scream of us all, the scream of life itself, of all that’s living…

The painting has also a strong acoustic potential as it express major emotions, making me hearing a haunting scream, a scream that my mind produce under the influence of this painting, a scream that differs from man to man, a scream that is haunting in both a visual and acoustical manner, but there is no sound…

A haunting picture with a tremendous expressive potential.

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A long time ago I started something called The Picture of the Day, a feature that was lost into the archives of this blog. Revived into the visual arts, I decided to start paying attention to works of great names like today’s Salvador Dali, but to anonymous painters or simple pictures that got my attention. Besides this cultural atmosphere I tried to imposed myslef on this ocasion, I will try to express some thoughts regarding the emotional and moral states imposed by those artisitc figures.  So, with the hope that I haven’t bored or scared you away, yet, let me present you the first of many to come.

“The Persistence of Memory” by Salvador Dali

The Persistence of Memory is a painting by the Spanish painter Salvador Dali. The painting, as well as the artist, is exponential for Surrealism, a cultural movement that began in the early 1920s, best known for its visual artworks and writings. Surrealism works feature a special condition of expressing art through a method of non sequitur, absurd, an unexpected juxtaposition and an element of surprise. The aesthetics of such works are non-conventional as you can see, but the philosophical ideas they deploy are universal.

In the recent time I was thinking about my own transition through life. I have this flaw of letting myself pulled into my own thoughts, of losing and discovering myself in the same time and maybe that’s why I find myself in this ever going dream where I am shallow and weak, unable to do anything worthy, but stare at this giant clock that measures only my life…How I’d want to influence its ticking…the flow of time. How I’d want to stop the time for one second, to be alone, alone and eternal, above my evanescence.

I always thought that every sound we make has an echo, that the present shapes the future and that we are a product of our own past. Even so, I keep doing those stupid mistakes, I let myself pulled into this void life, into my own decadence… I live with regrets, with empty memories. I always look back and try to pick up the shattered pieces of a broken picture, wanting to repaint my present figure. This is one of our limited conditions, to live ephemerally and to look back, to want to change the past, to be above time and I believe there is something in every one of us we’d like to erase, or at least a moment when we’d like time to slow down, when we’d want the relativity to work the other way around, but those are visionary thoughts…

I find this painting as a cure to all my struggles I felt in the recent time. That symbol of the melting clock, an idea that expands beyond the canvas, the element that takes all the attention, is something that enface into your own memory. Maybe the memory is persistent after all…Maybe the remembrance is the biggest weapon we have against time, maybe the only weapon that helps us melting the clock.

Keep in mind that we are fleeting. Keep in mind that one day the clock will stop you from your path. Keep in mind that you should have something to melt your own clock when the time comes.

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