ARTSENSE Acrylics Collection. n# 9. On the wave.
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Flatland is quiet, the sun is blue and the leaves on the trees are immobile. This is a time of tranquility, time passes without ripples. Then for no explicable reason the air rises and soon swirls. Flatland vanishes, making place for a storm. Masses of air come and pass. The movement is clearly not regular. Now the sound is soft like a melancholic Gypsy song but the next moment the rhythm accelerates into a wild frenetic pounding on the chords of a sky-wide guitar. Bodies shake in awe. Trees are uprooted. Houses are flattened. Then the wind quiets down for an instant as to take a full breath for blowing a new salvo more powerful than the last.
I have always felt that the rhythm of the winds is like the rhythm of life. Up, down, flat; unending change. You just can't stop it. Better accept and adapt yourself to the rhythm of reality and surf on its waves. Better never resist, you are powerless indeed. Let go and follow the movement, learn the dance and discover harmony in non resistance. Surfing the waves of live is acceptance of life, is discovery of the way of life. This is exactly what the Chinese masters at "shieyi" painting try to attain: the representation of the "way of life" of their subject.