Transparencies

First I "dream" them... with the eyes of my soul. For months I carry them with me latently - in an uncreated state, sometimes for years I carry these things with me. I wait to charge... for a long time I seem to do nothing - I look at the sky, the flowers, the people, I take a walk or think randomly and what I have to say adds up. Ah, I don't know what I'm going to say out of all this. It's all uncreated, but it is. The simple being.

Artistic living... it is or it isn't, old Will says... and when it is, time and space disappear, the artist is = creates, transfigures, as if he no longer belonged to himself, although his individuality remains unaltered. It is a burning, a combustion that does not exhaust, does not consume, but - like a subtraction that gathers - makes the artist all the richer the more he gives of himself. And there is no way not to give, in the most natural way possible - as you breathe - when you are "inside" - as Noica said... I can't say more, I'm afraid of draining the mystery...

It's not an uncontrolled, convulsive frenzy - if that happens - nothing "comes out", nothing is "finished", but the true state of creation - so to speak - is an intense, full, intense experience, in the superlative, I would say, "you are lived" and you live, that's all. I believe that a work is truly "art" if it is true, that is to say, if it is made not only with sincerity, but searching, toiling and groping until a happy revelation, which will mirror in its own "waters", from its own particular angle, that unique Truth to which we each have access with effort, by the mercy of the One who is Truth.

Each creator, in his unrepeatable individuality, will mirror, in the mirror of his unique soul - such as it is - crystal, glass, with "waves" or flaws, colored in a certain way - unique too - that Truth - which is everywhere and fulfills all... In this way, any two creators, without any intersection (they can't, if they are authentic, they are unique) - could be artists at the same time and equally true, but each in his own way. The revelation of this "inner truth" (here I use the words of Kandinsky, my good "friend") will, of course, bear the inherent imprint of the artist's degree of culture and craftsmanship. This - the craftsmanship - becomes the "tail of the comet", not essential, of course, but it matters too.

Likewise, a hierarchization of value could perhaps also be created by the intervention of "noises" which, the stronger they are, the more they distance the artist from the Truth and diminish his value - or, rather, the perenniality of his value - he might please his contemporaries, but he does not last over time, he "passes away" with the things he has become attached to, sooner or later. (...)

Read the full text in issue 1 / 2014 of Arhitectura magazine