(…) I climbed a mountain path and thought.
If you use reason, your character gets worse, if you immerse your oars in feeling, you are overwhelmed. If you impose your will you feel uncomfortable. It is still difficult to live in the world of men. When the discomfort of living in the world worsens, one wishes to move to a place where life is easier. When you realize that living is difficult, wherever you move, poetry begins, painting is born.
It was not a God, or even a Witness, who created the world of men. But only human beings, just like our busy neighbours, our neighbours. Living in this world created by simple men can be unpleasant, but where to emigrate? We should venture into a non-human place, if it exists. But such a place would be even more uninhabitable than the human world.
Since it is difficult to live in a world from which we cannot escape, we must try to make it more welcoming so that we can live there better, even if for the short time allowed for the ephemeral human life. Here the vocation of the poet is born, here Heaven assigns his mission to the painter. Artists are precious, because they soothe this world and enrich the hearts of men. (…)
by “Guanciale d’erba” | Natsume Soseki
Informations
- Material: Persian Baluch of old manufacture on which the artist has intervened with mixed technique
- Size: 80/120 cm
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