Ancient Olympia, I can smell the nature around me and what a lovely sound that of the birds and the wind. Random sounds, spontaneous, archetypal... Nevertheless There is beauty around us. With all those things that we are bombarded every day, I'm afraid we have lost the sense of beauty.
I look around me and I see restrained figures, constrained expressions, distorted figures. Why? The average person lives in insecurity, he is threatened, the financial crisis, dismissal, punishment, endless hours of work, parallel courses with himself which never meet, which never speak. He doesn’t even know what his self really wants. He runs on a rail that “modern civilization” has placed for him. Material, material, material lots of material and no soul at all. And it is all so simple.
What do we do? Do we react? Or do we just become the mirror of our society. Instead of making a proposal for the future, we are the mirror of our miserable daily routine. Thus, all those distorted faces and figures around us, we put them on paper with a sick imagination! Why? I wonder if this is the way we try to exorcise evil.
Nevertheless there are so many beautiful things around us. Nature. Fresh grass spreads with a line of chamomile running in between like a lost creek.A bit further on bright red fragile poppies lift discreetly their hands to the “great teacher” man claiming a little of our time. From above, the olive trees dominate tufted and they embroider themselves in a very erotic, frilly and graceful game with the wind. And further up the clouds, imperious, on their journey, thick in various colors and moods, play hard to get to the sun rays and capture them for a little while in their arms.
Therefore, if we are to react against the existing terrorism of the international crisis, let's not react by mirroring the deformity to which our world has been driven. Let's become slightly positive. Since we got here by being in organized societies with laws, weights and measures and totally programmed on a course – almost specified – of international “development” which didn't take us very high up after all, let's try to react by uniting our voice for higher ideals. Let's allow ourselves, finally, to live, even in a random way. Random materials, random compositions, random lines which start without knowing where they will lead to. Let us become the vehicle of their transportation – with divine enlightenment – so that they go where they wish to. And if we don't know where, they do because nothing is random. Let's trust them!