Entra-ed-Adora
PAINTING: PENCIL, CHARCOAL ON SEMI-SMOOTH PAPER
(july 2011 - novembre 2012)
Myths of the past mingle with more or less these myths of our time, the media reality that surrounds us and bombards us, sometimes to the point of exhaustion.
Because the GREEKS WERE RIGHT: the gods-celebrity are more capricious to the man-medium-common-mortal, and their decision is final and essential whim. As if the world was THEIR TV, and they’re undisputed actors of a "REALITY" life, and we’re mere mortals from ordinary life more or less interesting, owe us stay in the chair and watch 24/7, but we can always decide to take the remote control and TURN EVERYTHING OFF. Although the program continues.
But, for one time, if we let lose what they ARE and take them for how they LOOK: styled their unsurpassed and more or less divine beauty, and that basically fascinate us all a little, and don’t always admit it! Behold, frankly, I’m fascinated by their beauty. And that they do in their doesn’t always private life I don’t care. I prefer to catapult them into my own mythological tale from simply random and unintentional references. FOR THE SAKE OF BEAUTY. THAT'S IT.
For those who look, the remote control: THE CHOICE IS YOURS.
...
“To the immortal Graces
the three twin daughter of Cytherea
the temple is sacred them, and they're love' sisters;
they born the day when to humas
beauty intelligence virtue Jupiter graved them,
perpetual to always and forever new
the three celestial quality
more praise and more modest evermore
the Goddess reser to the world.
Join and Love.”
(Incipit of Carme “The Graces”, by Ugo Foscolo)
JOIN, joint deadly in religious silence, and you enjoy the infinity prayer, who Them adoring, between languid looks and dances of hands and phisycality, the Virtue offer it to the pleasure of the indiscreet and curious eye that it scrutinizes Them, it observe Them, and it want to secretly Them, and it hosanna Their existence.
IN THE NAME OF A MATERIAL WELLNESS THAT THROUGH THEIR HIM TO THE HIGHER FLOOR OF THE SPIRITUAL PYRAMID.
Mortal man search in Theyr the POINT OF CONNECTION. The alchemical inspiration to regenerate himself in search of his self and the eternal happiness that too often is likely to swing between the paranoia and the obsession.
Mortal man brings his body, with rituals atavistic symbols bring back to the primordial, uncontaminated state of absolute purity.
He follow botox elixir of eternal beauty 'cause not to give the time and the inexorable dissolution of its course. BECAUSE THE CRACKS ARE SOON TO BE OUT IN THE PLASTER WORN TO THE ADVERSE WEATHER CONDITIONS.
And he adopts anabolic chisels for remodel and sculpt himself how to marble statue.
ALL, FOR ONE RISE TO A TOP ANCESTRAL SIZE THAT GIVES HIM NEW ESSENCE. NEW LIFE. NEW SPIRITUAL IDENTITY.
THE ABSOLUTE PERFECTION THAT REJOIN HIM, IN A WHOLE, TO THE ALCHEMICAL ENDLESS GOD.
In obsequious silence the man kneels in the presence of the Graces. He lower his head, and offers all himsefl to them.
The dark is inside the room. The light will soon be warming his soul. The benches around him are empty: WHO YOU HAS WANT SIT DOWN. OTHERWISE LEAVE THE POST.
Out, in addiction, there's a full world. At the end, then, this dance of Castitas, pulchritudo and Love, is just an ecstatic vision. IT'S TO THE MERCY OF ALL. Without any clayms and without any distinction of kind. Only those who wants, without constraints of any kind, can do it become its.
Amen.
(july 2011 - novembre 2012)
Myths of the past mingle with more or less these myths of our time, the media reality that surrounds us and bombards us, sometimes to the point of exhaustion.
Because the GREEKS WERE RIGHT: the gods-celebrity are more capricious to the man-medium-common-mortal, and their decision is final and essential whim. As if the world was THEIR TV, and they’re undisputed actors of a "REALITY" life, and we’re mere mortals from ordinary life more or less interesting, owe us stay in the chair and watch 24/7, but we can always decide to take the remote control and TURN EVERYTHING OFF. Although the program continues.
But, for one time, if we let lose what they ARE and take them for how they LOOK: styled their unsurpassed and more or less divine beauty, and that basically fascinate us all a little, and don’t always admit it! Behold, frankly, I’m fascinated by their beauty. And that they do in their doesn’t always private life I don’t care. I prefer to catapult them into my own mythological tale from simply random and unintentional references. FOR THE SAKE OF BEAUTY. THAT'S IT.
For those who look, the remote control: THE CHOICE IS YOURS.
...
“To the immortal Graces
the three twin daughter of Cytherea
the temple is sacred them, and they're love' sisters;
they born the day when to humas
beauty intelligence virtue Jupiter graved them,
perpetual to always and forever new
the three celestial quality
more praise and more modest evermore
the Goddess reser to the world.
Join and Love.”
(Incipit of Carme “The Graces”, by Ugo Foscolo)
JOIN, joint deadly in religious silence, and you enjoy the infinity prayer, who Them adoring, between languid looks and dances of hands and phisycality, the Virtue offer it to the pleasure of the indiscreet and curious eye that it scrutinizes Them, it observe Them, and it want to secretly Them, and it hosanna Their existence.
IN THE NAME OF A MATERIAL WELLNESS THAT THROUGH THEIR HIM TO THE HIGHER FLOOR OF THE SPIRITUAL PYRAMID.
Mortal man search in Theyr the POINT OF CONNECTION. The alchemical inspiration to regenerate himself in search of his self and the eternal happiness that too often is likely to swing between the paranoia and the obsession.
Mortal man brings his body, with rituals atavistic symbols bring back to the primordial, uncontaminated state of absolute purity.
He follow botox elixir of eternal beauty 'cause not to give the time and the inexorable dissolution of its course. BECAUSE THE CRACKS ARE SOON TO BE OUT IN THE PLASTER WORN TO THE ADVERSE WEATHER CONDITIONS.
And he adopts anabolic chisels for remodel and sculpt himself how to marble statue.
ALL, FOR ONE RISE TO A TOP ANCESTRAL SIZE THAT GIVES HIM NEW ESSENCE. NEW LIFE. NEW SPIRITUAL IDENTITY.
THE ABSOLUTE PERFECTION THAT REJOIN HIM, IN A WHOLE, TO THE ALCHEMICAL ENDLESS GOD.
In obsequious silence the man kneels in the presence of the Graces. He lower his head, and offers all himsefl to them.
The dark is inside the room. The light will soon be warming his soul. The benches around him are empty: WHO YOU HAS WANT SIT DOWN. OTHERWISE LEAVE THE POST.
Out, in addiction, there's a full world. At the end, then, this dance of Castitas, pulchritudo and Love, is just an ecstatic vision. IT'S TO THE MERCY OF ALL. Without any clayms and without any distinction of kind. Only those who wants, without constraints of any kind, can do it become its.
Amen.
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