“Outlines” are a pre-imagined painting. The opposite goes for the accompanying work of art in a Fine Art Gallery. In the beginning was the idea, and the idea was to make something important. So, I obtained three huge canvasses and let the paint carry out its responsibility in guiding me. The underpainting profiles an eye that spreads out and joins every one of the three canvasses, an idea which isn’t any less symbolic than the vertical thought of a similar diagram. These hidden images together set the ground for different plans to emerge as each brushstroke turned into reality. The “life-lines” all influenced each other on canvas with a progressively outstretching impact that changed by reaction with a combination of other brush strokes and some colors that blends and blurred out.
Launching contrasting palettes that isolated each piece of the triptych lead to the inverse and made a new relation between them. The petals of paint gradually gathered into forms that helped me to remember the structures that I had seen before in the mixed colors of yellow, gold and pink canvases. So, I decided to play along. I believed that there would be three covers, yet there were just two, as they developed from one canvas onto the following – one among red and green, one among green and blue. Like two eyes on a similar face that have somewhat alternate points of view. They reach out over the canvasses much like our perception of reality stretches far beyond the image that our eyes see at some random minute; a unique element can hardly be spotted in a fine art gallery, neither a real-life masterpiece nor something of actuality. Thinking about this, I got caught off guard and suddenly felt overwhelmed by that underlying idea of something “huge” that has driven me to something tiny.
A small Red-Green-Blue Pixel, two veils, three depictions. One triptych challenges the plausibility of the outlandish and attempts to demonstrate that three is equivalent to two, which in turn is equivalent to one. It is the cover of that minute when I envision myself accomplishing something amazing, but at the pinnacle of greatness lurks the opposite side of the coin that hits me like a stone, and I suddenly understand that everything was just a delusion – more of a solitary pixel of which I would have to depict millions in order to create even a matchbox. It’s a feeling of a dedicated researcher when all research works get discredited in a moment and turn out to be simply a supplanted logical hypothesis. Comforting myself, suggesting that it might have prepared for something different bold and unique which, at least for now, I cannot quite make out.
The Red-Green-Blue painting has demonstrated to me that a free frame of mind in which to paint is productive in my semi-conceptual case. The ramifications of less authority over the development of the picture fascinated me. The idea was that flawlessness is, in fact, imperfection; a defect in itself. Flawlessness as such might have been someplace at the beginning of the universe and might also be at its end – a condition of absolute solidarity in a solitary unmeasurable minute right before the Big Bang. We are a long way from it, though, and can only attempt to overcome the truth imposed by the restrictions of reason. So why not just let it stream?
A splendid red stream so brilliant and bright, hot like magma that later chilled off and set off its tint – only enough for another layer of wonderful, straightforward blue to show up superficially, like the seas on earth that after being vaporized and transformed into another fluid state. A yellow stream turned into the impetus for the shapes and structures to show up, but this time as green tints. Red reappeared too, blended with a mixture of the yellow pixel, and created a shape that in my creative mind resembles a veil emerging from the turmoil. A turmoil countered by the methodical meanings of the dark solid line. This painting advancement offered ascends to a faulty conscious piece of art that is unique and distinctive from the rest I have ever seen, truly magnificent in every combination of hues, so that each tone appears attractive and captivating.
What’s more, why should I block the advancement of a painting technique on canvas, and more critically, the development and adaptation of a new painting idea? Such a decision would far exceed my capacities, and at the end of the day, I am merely a spectator, my views are not constant, always changing. So now I take a gander at “Hypocrite”, a piece with a deceptive move for an individual, which should give some insight into what one, can be; of course, one may likewise be an impostor. The piece is the main scaffold cover between two contradicting thoughts – one that shrouds its inclination and truth profoundly, and another that exposes everything with a solitary line. In any case, it is never what I see. As it were, this intermixing of the alternate extremes resembled a demonstration of the hostility of one thought versus another, a philosophical battle that left the two members discolored and any ramifications of virtue – crushed. However, at certain points in our lives (those of you that have brought up or are bringing up children may relate), we need a quiet and tranquil nature to make a beautiful world for our descendants to live and grow, we paint the walls of our lives as a bright pastel shade. The chosen color would, of course, be somewhat related to life, the tone may sometimes be dictated by real-life situations, experience, and more importantly, emotions. Every hue is depicted in such a way that it shows how the real world has brought us to what’s now, the present.
Another work of art that conceals inside these vivid panels, as the name conspicuously infers. The tense, the harsh, the forceful, the intense, the dreading, the million different things go to rest there for some time. There are numerous images that you can recognize contingent on the lighting, yet it is the obscuring impact that I need now. The top layer is created based on a strategy derived from “Hypocrite”; however, there are no twofold norms or bad faith. A few things are simply ideally left inferred – so do most individuals regularly think, I assume. There are artwork pieces that speak on their own. Most works of art are unique in their ways, depending on how the hues flow on the canvas, how the mix of colors dries up to form a brilliant shape. An ordinary eye may not even be able to perceive the image properly, only a few may be able to interpret the true meaning, perceptions, values, movement, and adaptation. It takes a distinctive individual to appreciate and understand the adaptation of art. Who would interrogate such sightings? Only curious beings would try to look for the real concept behind the painting.
How about we proceed to the new day, new veil and fresh start, the new creation that stems from the roots; the roots are bold, solid and profound, planted with harsh tears to give the tree’s crown a chance to develop thick and high, to thrive and bear the most brilliant of natural products. There’s an adaptation of artwork that laid the seed of national character, which turned the city-state Rome into one of the most dominant kingdoms in mankind’s history. Ethereal exemplification of fear without the object for its fear and sadness without an object of pity, utter the sharpness of the line on this artwork. Expectation opens the entryway to the cognizance at a snapshot of an inward clash between the creative mind and the rational one, love and despises, pleasure and misery, fate and gift. The unadulterated tears that lie at the very foundation of things mark the beginning of knowledge, unstoppable mental fortitude, and versatility in life’s battles, opposing destiny and human stupidity. The artwork reintroduces exceptionally characterized lines into the adaptation arrangement and plays with the number three: there are three lines, to be precise; there should be three eyes, too, yet we did not see one of them. The third eye is there; there are three hues.
Somebody disclosed to me that the thick lines here appear to catch an evil presence. Or they caught time – the past, the present and future. How far we have come… How far we are… How far we’ll go… I could contend that the main boundless of these is the present time. When seeing this canvas now, from the perspective of a mere spectator, it inspires various connections to some incredible works of art from the past. Time plays some sort of a role here. In particular, the idea of characterizing a veil and its setting with three freehand lines opened another measurement in this arrangement. I was entranced and interpreted these lines into more canvases… These lines taught me various interpretations that caused the eyes to see another side of the definition and spare more than just a look into. I have some new art adaptations related to this, but it’s the value and clarity of the message that reveals the great true value of every line to appear on the three huge canvasses.
The primary layer of this artistic creation was ultramarine blue. It was excellent; however, I wanted to rub it into the shade and mix it with the best oil to see the genuine shading that each ink palettes company attempts to emulate. Here the lines came out and proved the beauty of abstract at its best. From the start, I had a heavy heart, as I was cutting lines into the theoretical painting, tearing its surface, decimating it like a vandal. Be that as it may, this was a short-lived feeling which lasted for only a couple of days until the paint dried and I saw the sense in what I did… Everything was meant to draw a drop of blood from the heart of Mother Earth. And this translucent and splendid shading sparkles like a streaming waterway of the Sunrise Ruby… The Ruby veil showed up upon a bed of Sapphire, Emerald, Citrine, Garnet, Jade, and Moonstone. A combination of these stone colors reveals my emotions and feelings when portraying each line, it is a stroke that illustrates my behavior as I apply these bright and lively stone-like colors, the life stones, I may say. Each stone may appear as more than to something unique and making my piece of art different among others, as I paint the piece with life, with a symbolic connection to Mother Earth.
Where there are valuable gemstones, there ought to be valuable metals to shape a set. Coincidentally, on the day when I painted one canvas blue -which later transformed into the “Ruby” – I also painted another canvas gold. The value in these first arrangements is that I truly prefer to see a new single shading field painting to revive my thoughts, to make a stride back and zero in the scale on something new. However, the line turned into a tyrant that constrained me into creating one more canvas and didn’t consider allowing me to free. And the fact is that I was more than glad to do it, too.
What that prompted was something else. It all came to be a blazing, energetic, narcissistic, and incredible veil, yet also realistic and characterized. A legend, inspired and inspiring, capable and extraordinary in its very own right, however with numerous liabilities but in the end – was not in-charge. Roman history and that of the decision class, particularly the Caesars’ and Emperors’ families, are fraught with ruthlessness, hidden interests, a wide range of soil like a cesspool. One could contend that this is the equivalent of numerous administrations around the globe today. I trust it’s most certainly not. In any event, there are fewer decision-making bodies whose members gain access to them because of genes, and there is no requirement for siblings to execute each other to take over power from their sickly father or murder their very own kids to guarantee that the most beloved one gets the crown. Such a history – and such a reality – is ruthless and brutal.
Would you be able to try and envision these “Three Brothers from Different Mothers” battling each other like they are Caesars – the Emperor’s beneficiaries – until two are destroyed and consumed into fiery debris, while the third one endures, yet remains a torn piece, waiting to be sewn back together? I prefer not to. They all future pointless – even the outlive. Who might value a torn and discolored painting that only reveals thirty-three percent of the creator’s craftsmanship? Possibly in two thousand years; however, we won’t live to see that. The three brothers in the canvas fit as a fiddle and well-adjusted, stable in their psyches, they are large and look terrific. They give the game with number three another turn. It is a triptych – three hues and three shapes separate the three campaigns, three layers on each section, three lines that structure three veils in three unique ways, joined they miss three eyes, yet there are three eyes. An artwork that is discrete yet similar to a characteristic that separated vastly but lives in solidarity. Fused all together, they are the solitary cover of a specific perspective. Profoundly dull and simultaneously sparkling splendidly, the dedicated triune of the speculative adaptation. A deep screening, and patience to look to the deep meaning of the three eyes; individually, they may look bold and strong, but seeing the three pieces in a big picture, the magical value and calmness of the piece will prevail. Thus, in a brief explanation, it takes togetherness to have unity, it takes humanity to unify and build a community, to define a better society.
I have a grin all over from the portrayal that I gave those brothers; however, it rapidly blurs. The sun sparkles splendidly; even so, somewhere inside, the day is dull as an overcast night, like on the opposite side of the Earth. It’s that sort of state of mind, which I can make appear cheerful, and upbeat, yet I would need to force myself to find another cover… I refuse to behave as such and offer credit to reality. Another upheaval occurred on canvas and finished the autocracy of the three lines, yet a lot more lines challenge the power here. During childbirth, this cover was splendid due to its wide range of delicate blue tones on white. The most soothing of works that I’ve ever seen – somebody stated when seeing an infant. The seed of obscurity and reflection lives profoundly inside each solid human personality, and opportunity has arrived to give its face – the piece of that changed and completely exchanged its hues as it developed under my hand. Warm, yet with its turns. From a couple of steps away, it would appear that in the obscurity of the night concealed eyes make their look physically felt and calm strides and murmurs send shudders down the spine – or do they awake? Is it accurate to say that you are the hunter or the prey, would you say you are alert or in the grip of a fantasy? I won’t go any further. In the end, you are in charge of doing the reasoning and picking your very own course, a course for you to define, to take.
Everyone is entitled to their own opinions, views and interpretations. Seeing this piece may have numerous value and exposition that each one is authorized to react that is uniquely dissimilar from others or even to the rest of the viewers. This is your point of view, and you are entitled to that certain feeling and emotion when seeing an artwork piece. But it takes talent, deep understanding and a wide range of translating analyses from each line and brushstroke to convey the true meaning of the canvas to the real world.
What I decide for the time being is to seize displaying covers, even though there is another, very vivid one that pursues and streams out of the previous artwork. That one is a long way from being completed, so the show goes on, and I am embracing what is to come. This adaptation effectively made a mind-blowing change of my face into covers of shapes, lines, and perception that I could have not envisioned in my life. This new adaptation of artwork development share nothing in common with me anymore, yet I have not lost a human touch and turned out to be more general in my very own comprehension since I see other people wearing the new mask of disguise to a great extent. With billions of individuals populating this planet, I imagine that a large number could identify with some pictures, thousands could feel that it is or may respect any condition of being maybe just on a disguise, yet in particular – these covers enlivened examination and the idea that lies at the foundation of what makes us human. The “genuine” self is an incredible thing to search for because such an objective opens an entire interminable street of revelations and a never-ending you. I may have infinite lines on the canvas because I haven’t demonstrated my true wishes or emotions, life in general. Life is full of infinite lines that shape us into what we become in the future, a continuous molding process.
Furthermore, I would say that the covers have progressed toward becoming characters, and for some accounts to be told in future works of art.
Adaptation of Speculative Fine Art Gallery
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