Resumo de The Art Of The Imagination

want to feel I want to cry To express to the wind my pure truththe being of my pure psique within myFounded and inculcated by ancestral principles With customs and habits With future and passed either drawn up Before being born a past, and after dying I the future found To express itself in feelings is like speaking with an internal language, a sometimes little legible language to understand, a so own language of each one that single can be described like the voice of the internal weeping the poets, the musicians, the composers of all prose and verse; of all sonata and melody of all painting and art, they can be catalogued thus but the sense of an artist goes beyond of the five that already we know; one moves by a sense that can see something more than nobody more than they can, to find, like the sound that can have a tear in a picture, to find melody of the sun at dusk, that is to say, they find purity in everything what usually we do not appreciate commonly, surpassing the barriers of the imagination. When through the plastic matter the artist projects with complete freedom and without finding resistance a configuration in which the elements are absorbed completely within the central intention, the world by created him escapes completely of the perception. It escapes of the material, the untouchable thing; When seeing a picture of those great artists who understood well this meaning; it can be a door for many, a door that takes us world to another, to the world of the composer and creator of art. The imaginary universe does not preexist, as in the case of perception, to the intentional act, but that is the always new and unpublished turn out of the own activity to imagine. So that the subject creates east world of objects, whose objectivity is a pure position of the conscience, it is necessary that it takes as bases the universe of the perception, the only one whereupon counts. And particularly those matters that by their plastic character leave free the structural activity to imagine. But then it is that the artistic creation is simultaneously the negation of all reality, that disappears of our Vista when being integrated in the one to imagine. An artist is to feel of everything, is the light of the mind and its composition is the color, the texture and the form that single is possible there Where the wind caresses the face the clouds are faces and the sky is red where the time is sand and the dreams are wide-awake It is not necessary to know the philosophy the love to love; a theoretical support of the art for an artistic production is not fundamental. Not to write what one thinks, but what it is perceived, and what one feels when is perceived. Genius is that that, at all moment, knows to shape in facts its thoughts. The imagination is free to the thoughts of the man. Our imagination enlarges so much the present time to us, that we do of the eternity one nothing, and of the nothing an eternity. The imagination has everything; it creates beauty, justice, and happiness, that is the whole of the world.

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