Pensamiento

The movement of colour makes you discover what hides behind. The colour cannot be a wall between the cloth and the painter, but on the contrary, it must become the leaf of the mulberry tree feeding the worm, the embryo of the unknown that will become beauty in the paintbrushes of the artist.

The art of painting is the art of loving; without love sublime feelings cannot exist; they are the ones that, in the end, make up the master work that any painter would like to paint, though knowing perfectly well that that work does not exist. What it does exist is the real path to get to that so far-off work that seems impossible to carry out, because the painter, in each painting will discover a hidden chamber keeping new unknown embryos that can only come from the soul of the painter, trying to portrait their reflection. And as a polyhedric mirror, he tries to present his feelings from everything that surrounds him and everything he wants to reflect from the inside in order to later take it out and present it to the exterior.

Everything that is intrinsic has previously been extrinsic because the soul can only love and create from what is known; once the known assimilated, though incomprehensible, once it has become intimate feelings, that is when it is something intrinsic; in this way, the artist, from its own spiritual evolution, can reach creation as close as possible, because the real and the pure thing of creation, or rather recreation is what stems from the artist’ soul. The work of art is born by means of that transformation, and the artist is its own instrument.

The art of painting is the art of loving.

Jorge Rando, Cologne, November 2002