Why Art will save the world

Let us go barefoot and naked, like on the engravings of Dürer (with fig leaves, please!) through the history of art (particularly painting in this case) from the beginning, from the first drawings in the caves of Altamira in Spain, and Lasko in the south of France (15,000 years ago), from ancient sounds and ritual games, and sculpture, of  wonderful, wonderful Africa (where Picasso sought and found the line for his Guernica, and for his soul), from the epic of Gilgamesh, from the pyramids of Egypt, from ... from ... to these days of powerful communication and virtual reality, and unfortunately, aggressive destruction. [And powerful consumer, perverted, ground reflection of life, from the darkest impulses and instincts.]

 

At the beginning, to paraphrase Aristotle – If there are no tailors, Athenians would go naked, if there is no art, there would be no Athenians. (That's why we started at the beginning of the text without a tailor and shoemaker.)

 

It is always, in art too, needed to have a huge desire and hunger for knowledge, to study the thoughts and deeds of  the "greats", and of great grimaces of time, lines, drawings, text, words; in order to make a small step, knocking rules that do not actually exist, accomplices and participants in the circle of life and space, today, as a reflection in a mirror; in compositional terms, in the psychological depth, in color, in the disguised and stopped, but expressed and live...

 

For only in art it can’t and must not be cheating, as in poker. No ways! Artists are not created, they are born.

 

That is why the art is the cosmogony of the universe, the divine gift of chosen ones for those who are chosen (for the artistic nobility), and the noblest love sigh and hug.

 

When a painting is hanging on the wall, it is a living, timeless energy of one unrepeatable inspiration: - Watch it in the morning, at night, under the lights and in darkness, it is never the same. She smiles, in love, she grieves, still in love, like the Mona Lisa, from so many layers of life.

 

Vita bravis ars longa!

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  • On Rembrandt: why has a young man, eagerly entered into the art world of abundance, during one night, long ago, looking at his portraits and life that comes down from the canvas, exclaimed: Rembrandt, Rembrandt, my brother, you broke my heart!
  • On Michelangelo, the timeless genius. Why did he say: I do not sculpt, I just reject the excess stone.
  • On Leonardo, another genius; on a smile, and betrayal...
  • On Pygmalion, on scorn, and hope... My hope...
  • On Vincent Van Gogh: Or, when that same young man, long ago, during another night, trembling, struck by the power of color and soul, wrote letters to Arles, which will never arrive, wept bitterly: - Vincent, Vincent, my brother, why you are so unhappy, you have touched the sky and saw the face of God, like Dostoevski!
  • On Titian’s and Raphael's red color and its inspired beauty...
  • On Edgar Allan Poe, and the deepest story - a parable of the painting and rivalry, of a woman ...
  • On Parrhasius and Zeuxis, ancient painters... Or on the curtains and birds that pecked grapes painted on the picture...
  • On cobwebs... Or how Nature can not be beaten...
  • Why apples, female nudes (female face and female nudity, the most beautiful world of  beautiful men's fall), and restless horses in my lovers' painterly hand - in my paintings ...
  • Why the Big Bang didn’t happen?
  • Why everything can be forged, but art painting – never?

 

(About all these things, and many others, some other time...)

 

Salutation with my right hand, and the left one,
in the month of August, the unfaithful year of 2013

Miroljub Iv Djordjevic