In the depths of the soul's shadows, the artist is a living flame, a spark of magic
In the depths of the soul's shadows, the artist is a living flame, a spark of magic,
Seeking eternal themes that shine beneath the ancient vaults of the sky,
To reveal them under the mantle of night, on canvases woven with starlight,
For in the heart of the human psyche, we pulse under the spell of ancestral roots.
In every secret gesture hides the murmur of the chimpanzee within us,
Wild impulses, covered with cloaks of false light, masks that deceive our gaze.
We pretend that social structures have purified our essence,
But the truth remains, like an underground current, an unceasing river of fire.
Artists, who unveil the unifying themes, capture the magical brilliance,
In lights and shadows, in abysses of fleeting desires and hopes,
For beyond the delicate veil of civilization, we are all,
Motivated by the same primordial Will, wild and restless.
We carry within us the same desires and tremors, like stars beneath the infinite sky,
Inner battles, in fields of unseen chaos, where the past meets the future.
In front of mirrors of shattered stained glass, artists reveal secrets,
Drawing worlds where truth and illusion dance in a mystical play.
Our souls are alchemical cauldrons, full of archetypal essences,
Veiled in the mantles of civilization, we are still prisoners of an ancient will.
And thus, in every secret painting, a bit of our chaos melts away,
Into a world of symbols, of dreams sculpted under the melancholic light of destiny.
Digging into the depths of the human psyche, we find untamed desires,
Sources of battles and passions, confronting ephemeral social norms,
We are driven by the same ancestral forces that govern all that is alive,
The same eternal Will, struggling within us, without end.
In the artist’s enchanted mirrors, we find the themes that bind us,
They shine under the magical and sad light of unspoken truths,
For in the end, we are all bearers of the same sacred spark,
Dressed in illusory mantles of civilization, but with hearts of chimpanzees.
Under the vast and enigmatic sky of existence, the artist digs deep,
Towards the lost roots, hidden under layers of time and desires,
And in every corner of the soul, in every fragment of humanity,
We find echoes of that primordial Will, wrapped in sacred dreams and shadows.
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Dan Enache
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