Raffaello Sanzio da Urbino - Art School of Athens.
Die by the sword. Every Artist knows how to severely cut heads off. They’ve been practicing with their own in solitude. Each art created has a fragment of their life that they have purposely shattered into bits and pieces. Why would anyone shatter a mirror of their own life to give to you? Two heads think better than one, of course. Rather it’s to give an extra head to millions of people. A shard for each individual must be settled. It is the artist who is left without accommodation. Specifically for their own settlement.
Every single piece of art is made specifically for you. For your eyes only. It may not seem like that, especially when it's presented within a Gallery for everyone else to view as well. It’s like the painting itself is reaching out to you to let you know it understands. What could the painting possibly understand? It’s just colors designed by alignment from the originator’s intentions. Perhaps, it’s something more. Something to accommodate for. Something so unsettling, that perhaps, just maybe a decision has yet been fought for.
Fatima Ronquillo - Bound Hand with Lover's Eye.
You have one moment to come back. Just before you blink you must return. There is no exception. You may return, if willingly, but each time you must come back. Back and forth. Constantly back and forth. Going between worlds misaligned by the fount illusion. What seems to be, is truthfully is not so. But that answer only lies within the world of the artist painting. Specifically for you to obtain.
There’s a trade going on. Before you receive your settlement there is someone in particular who must be accommodated. Just one person in particular. For you to service two or more is too much to ask for. Rather it is the trade that is being asked for your decision.
An artist’s art is a trap. Just a beautiful one. They want you to live in it and die and live again. A cycle for you that you’d willingly accept. If accepted, you’d likely leave your body and stay within the artwork itself never daring to leave the boundaries. But the artist lives. From the shattered mirror that once reflected his life to only be hidden within the artwork itself. How else could you have been so touched? There is no shame to touch the mirror that reflects you, how often would you get to see your reflection if there was none? What was touched was the grasp of two hands shaken. A trade recorded in a gallery. We can only know of this if the gaze never close.
When you are inspired you have encompassed the originator’s lifework. By no means is that all that took place. It is the viewer who has been granted to live within the artwork itself. It is only the artist who walks out the gallery. With the perfect host.
Fanny Nushka Moreaux - Leaving.