For me, there is only one artistic truth, which is: Art is not defined, it is only named.
What proves it? Despite the efforts that for centuries Philosophers and Artists have invested to define it, a convincing definition of what art is has not been reached. However, with each discovery that we make in the caves, the paintings, lines and, figures of our prehistoric ancestors we call them ART. It was there where it was born, in those first Neanderthal and Human communities on all continents, generating a transcendental change in our mentality, which gave us another vision of our world and ourselves, while it discovered to us the magic of transmuting reality. And that Magic belongs to Art and every Artist since then. Because regardless of whether it is Hyper-realistic, realistic, a simple silhouette, or an unfinished sketch, it is no longer what it represents. It has already gained a life of its own through the hands of its author. Here Matisse's response to those who criticized the women in his paintings for their shape or color makes sense. He always replied: "that's not a woman, it's a painting."
Like those first Artists in the caves, I am motivated by the vision that I sense with a piece of charcoal or a brush between my fingers, I am driven by the Magic that allows me to cheer and surprise those who see my finished work and what I want most is to be able to keep doing it.
As the Great Michelangelo said: "It's a matter of copying it all foolishly ."
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