Who am I?

Who am I? This is the mother of all the questions that individuals ask themselves. The human being, so distracted by our blind contemporariness, by a system which is all focused on having, will never cease to ask him or herself this eternal question which is as old as man, and it is this which has motivated philosophical research of all time.

The visual representation of this concept aims to value the individual and to lend substance to human strength in terms of creative thought. The media representation of the world tends to distance us from this research. On the other hand it is the personal experiences of the world rather than those mediated by technique which enable the identification and the real search for Oneself. The “Who am I?” moves therefore between interiority and exteriority, depth and surface. The creative process is a research which does not coincide with the common representation of things and it has the same value, even though based on different territories and languages, as philosophical research.

That which emerges from time to time, as soon as one speaks about being , as soon as this fatal question is asked, is the continuous discovery and the difficulty involved in rational and logical definition. One digs and attempts to open, as if peeling an onion, layer after layer to reach the core, the heart, the essence.

I believe that art meant as truth and life which reproduces itself moment after moment in the gestures of the artist, is constantly yearning towards this age old question, towards the who am I. An unselfish I, narcissistic, fragmentary, which could remain isolated if it did not reach the gaze, the heart of others, if it avoided communication, from human being to human being, with total simplicity and truth.

Every time the mind and the hand of the artist touch material to give life to new shapes, spaces, dimensions, the artistic practice turns to the search for and the discovery of the world of our inner self. On the whole, it is a meeting which embraces the reality of man in its totality. A small fragment which carries in itself the entire universe. I am a creative being and my body is my temple and if God is not here he is nowhere else!

Therefore who am I ? I am nothing yet I am Everything. I become Everything when the parts of me melt and become One yet again. Who am I is a cry for help, in this world starved of truth, it is a cry full of impatience and desire. I cannot take leave from this research, not even at night time when my soul seems to be at rest, yet instead is troubled, in my dreams, in images and visions. And once again the images are the visionary aspect of our being, where unconsciousness lurks and if we are connected to it, it gives a meaning to our daily actions.

In our world we identify ourselves with the objects that we possess, with the work which we do, with the social structure which seems to guarantee us an identity and define the outlines of our being.

Art, on the other hand, meant as an act of love of one human being to another, similar to meditation, as a science of being, is the symbol of energy which never burns out, creative energy which really connotes our being.

In this dimension the dream cohabits with stark reality, from the sky to the earth, in the attack on the world of the warrior artist, who instead of weapons has a powerful lantern and with this descends in to the abyss every time real Light is sought for and that we are to be participant. Peaceful is the sea bed though it may appear rough on the surface. For due to its nature, Being is free from suffering, from confusion, and from lack of harmony. To control other people’s lives has become the obsession of our time which in this way pollutes our soul And the soul is our true essence, the real revolutionary force. For this reason one wishes to keep it in tow, manipulate, and control it. In such a condition art remains the authentic free space for the thoughts of man.