Passato, presente e futuro
"The past is linked to the memory,
this is prosaic and atheist,
the future is the realm of poetry, expectations, hopes, possibilities and chance. "
L. Feuerbach, The Essence of Religion
The theme of the painting is the relationship, as well as the interplay between past, present and future.
The Past: theme expressed in the wrinkles and tired face of the elderly woman who still "knit" in the old wooden door with the keys to the future, the existence of which is inevitably linked to a past set, once again represented in the wall plaster shriveled, decrepit, scarred by time and engulfed in this newspaper, as fitting the clothes hanging in the air and in the ring antique metal to guard the animals.
The present: identified in the young boy who is educated to life through the wisdom of her grandmother, the old woman and the element of Mother Nature earth as a green beam, expressed in the painting through the lawn.
The future: theme present in the word written on the envelope, in animals domesticated and willingness on the part of the two protagonists of the framework of interweaving in modernity: the older woman and young boy fit to their feet respectively sneakers and boots adult .
But beware the future is also fraught with difficulties: the rotten apple, acceptance and finally a rain of tears that is not seen, but that might appear, the concept expressed in the presence of the umbrella at the side of the elderly woman.
Past, present and future are elements that rotate in the natural cycle of things each of us, whose elements like earth, water, air and fire are constant matrices and eternal time.
Each person is his heart, conceiving the heart as the center of human relations, coexistence among individuals of all races, of different thought, united by a sense of universal: the person in its entirety, with its values, the values a long time away from us, in this current crisis that is gripping the minds of all. The heart does not distinguish the time, breaking it into past, present and future.
In the painting there is an unspoken dialogue of a child who speaks to her grandmother, saying, "I am a small man, but also the rainbow of this night of magic, a fragment of infinity, in the noise of passing time, in this nature consternation of a green ray. "
The time of the "illusions" (in the sense of in-ludere: enter the game before being) is a future in the present, a future in the past and a future in the future. Dreams are like the illusions in time and out of time.
This is magical, like an enchanted world, a fairy tale, "because all the joy is magical."
There is another time that is in time and out of time and it is the time of 'WAITING (life as beginning of the end, through the various ages of the human being). There is a starting point and end can not be detected through time, as the same life and death. There is a present full, expanded, infinite and is the date in which another is born to me and I am born for a "different from me." This other than me can also be a part of me that did not know, that I had never expressed and which I never noticed.
The meeting / plot is in the thin thread of this bond in which there is a future that pushes to become a present and we try to stop it. There is also an uncertain present that seems to make everything timeless and unreal. There is also a past that breaks into this, maybe it's the drop that falls from the sky and that does not evaporate in the sun, but it does rain that soaks tears, laughter, dreams.
"Every day is another day to bring into the world."
"Every work of art is the language of the Soul in the colors of a blank canvas, our Life."
A canvas illuminates a particular moment of my relationship with time. It 'a moment twilight, it has something to do with "green ray", and is "the time is not now, the hour of no, the hour of you," in which space of time in which silent the animal noises of the night and have not yet begun those of animals of the day: human beings.
"Feeling out of time and infinity of the soul."
I do not love the past and the things that belong to it, except in rare exceptional, but I love the scents, the songs that I feel have no age, with sea shells on the sand encountered, of which I feel the memories and the glint of the game crystal chandelier in a room closed to the present and who possess eternal harmony, always alive and always baby. I, alive and child.
What is my real shadow, is it me or is she? What is my true home, my, his, or to both?
The answer is in the emotions that I transmit to you that you are viewing the web and reading its meaning.
this is prosaic and atheist,
the future is the realm of poetry, expectations, hopes, possibilities and chance. "
L. Feuerbach, The Essence of Religion
The theme of the painting is the relationship, as well as the interplay between past, present and future.
The Past: theme expressed in the wrinkles and tired face of the elderly woman who still "knit" in the old wooden door with the keys to the future, the existence of which is inevitably linked to a past set, once again represented in the wall plaster shriveled, decrepit, scarred by time and engulfed in this newspaper, as fitting the clothes hanging in the air and in the ring antique metal to guard the animals.
The present: identified in the young boy who is educated to life through the wisdom of her grandmother, the old woman and the element of Mother Nature earth as a green beam, expressed in the painting through the lawn.
The future: theme present in the word written on the envelope, in animals domesticated and willingness on the part of the two protagonists of the framework of interweaving in modernity: the older woman and young boy fit to their feet respectively sneakers and boots adult .
But beware the future is also fraught with difficulties: the rotten apple, acceptance and finally a rain of tears that is not seen, but that might appear, the concept expressed in the presence of the umbrella at the side of the elderly woman.
Past, present and future are elements that rotate in the natural cycle of things each of us, whose elements like earth, water, air and fire are constant matrices and eternal time.
Each person is his heart, conceiving the heart as the center of human relations, coexistence among individuals of all races, of different thought, united by a sense of universal: the person in its entirety, with its values, the values a long time away from us, in this current crisis that is gripping the minds of all. The heart does not distinguish the time, breaking it into past, present and future.
In the painting there is an unspoken dialogue of a child who speaks to her grandmother, saying, "I am a small man, but also the rainbow of this night of magic, a fragment of infinity, in the noise of passing time, in this nature consternation of a green ray. "
The time of the "illusions" (in the sense of in-ludere: enter the game before being) is a future in the present, a future in the past and a future in the future. Dreams are like the illusions in time and out of time.
This is magical, like an enchanted world, a fairy tale, "because all the joy is magical."
There is another time that is in time and out of time and it is the time of 'WAITING (life as beginning of the end, through the various ages of the human being). There is a starting point and end can not be detected through time, as the same life and death. There is a present full, expanded, infinite and is the date in which another is born to me and I am born for a "different from me." This other than me can also be a part of me that did not know, that I had never expressed and which I never noticed.
The meeting / plot is in the thin thread of this bond in which there is a future that pushes to become a present and we try to stop it. There is also an uncertain present that seems to make everything timeless and unreal. There is also a past that breaks into this, maybe it's the drop that falls from the sky and that does not evaporate in the sun, but it does rain that soaks tears, laughter, dreams.
"Every day is another day to bring into the world."
"Every work of art is the language of the Soul in the colors of a blank canvas, our Life."
A canvas illuminates a particular moment of my relationship with time. It 'a moment twilight, it has something to do with "green ray", and is "the time is not now, the hour of no, the hour of you," in which space of time in which silent the animal noises of the night and have not yet begun those of animals of the day: human beings.
"Feeling out of time and infinity of the soul."
I do not love the past and the things that belong to it, except in rare exceptional, but I love the scents, the songs that I feel have no age, with sea shells on the sand encountered, of which I feel the memories and the glint of the game crystal chandelier in a room closed to the present and who possess eternal harmony, always alive and always baby. I, alive and child.
What is my real shadow, is it me or is she? What is my true home, my, his, or to both?
The answer is in the emotions that I transmit to you that you are viewing the web and reading its meaning.
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