Early paintings

I came across this series of paintings, that I did when I was 12-13 years old, at my parents’ house. I certainly did not have, as a kid, a great intellectual depth. it was raw and mostly unconscious inspiration. Colours were just pouring out of the brush. Nevertheless, I still find myself today tormented by the same questions and reinventing the same concepts. Rewording them from time to time to feel clever or creative: dualism, reconciling different facets of the same reality, the quest for knowledge, the relation between mathematics and arts, silent resignation, the mysterious Blue color, truth in abstract painting, symbolism,  etc.

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It seems to me that there is something that makes us who we are; that determines our perception and deepest thoughts. It defines us. No matter what we learn and read in the course of our lifetime, we but add more and more artifacts and complexity to our original bare simplicity. The rest of our knowledge is either a by-product of this inner intuition or an unimportant detail.

To live, as a matter of fact, is to strive to get back to who we were before our minds got contaminated by contrivance and artificiality. Not to mention the disproportionate ego we learn to develop.

We have to become the child we once were…

I do not mean it as a moralizing, poetic or romantic aphorism, rather as a rational consequence of my thinking and life experiences.

 

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4 thoughts on “Early paintings

  1. I’m quite impressed by your 12 year old artistic self – not that raw and unformed, I think. But I agree with you, to a point. We often find ourselves revisiting similar questions…. interesting and thought provoking post (as always!).

  2. I am totally with you, somehow we are what we were in childhood, there were something quite established already mysteriously and they came back when we are ready to let them come back. The other day I cleared up my drawers and I found many English literature books that I bought when I was around 16 or 17, but my English was poor by that time and not knowing anything about humanity … And now I am destined as a bookworm and these events are making sense!

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