Axes of Life text.
Axes of Life collection
Everything we achieve will be valuable, when it forms a mode of entity.
All axes with their coordinates live in harmony and affinity that is associated with the consciousness of love. During the coexistence, some tensions cease, even while yielding place to more complex and extensive tensions, driven by the quest to know the truth of our existence.
Our knowledge of the body will remain incomplete as long as we do not replace one axis by another to examine the nature and composition of our relations with ourselves, and subsequently with others. If we do not sow the seeds of love, we will remain unable to establish a conscious communication.
Sometimes we are deceived by the notion of our weakness and therefore are deceived by other stronger entities. It is clear that there is no such strength or weakness. But every spirit focuses on its tree to the strength or weakness to fructify. An then, this strength or weakness ripens to becomes a question that ties us up with life. But the tolerance of our existence and struggle towards purer, friendly consciousness lends power to the body and the chance to breathe when our rooms and vision become narrow. In other words, this extensive energy enables us to face our daily chores.
This is in fact a hard and painful apprehension. As long as we are alive, the water current flow on battling the desire to survive against the odds…the idea of change versus our contentment in realising the goals. And both are in return for social harmony that harps on self-pity, and hence a considerate dispensation for others.
Here, I am not coining any wise adage: It is my end endless habit to watch myself jumping from one tree to another, picking a branch of a radical idea in my existence. Then I let it go in the fond hope of returning to explore a totally different phenomenon, which is also a very painful process.
At this point, the colored and tense space emerges. It bears no answer, but interested only in the launch f the colored and shaken composition in order to arrive at a number of visual axes, which serve to deliver the access t the work of art. The ingredients of the composition will conjure up several little bursts in the soul, reburst the same, and so an and so forth.
Everybody carries the tragedy of the import of its question.
So, we shall share in a life of re-assessment and re-discovery. We always have the desire to know the difference and we do not strive for resemblances. We are always desirous of surmounting our obstacles and launch the work of art which has no reference, save in itself.
This does no imply perfection; rather it means relinquishment of any reference that stabilises the self and makes if count upon its own knowledge, because we have to change our faith to artistic proclivities. Until every one of us acquires the wisdom from inner harmony.
The work of art tests its existence with the raw material which is a living being. The raw material is not a devise or an agent, but possesses its distinct consciousness. In this regard, Roland Barthes says: (The devices the author of the photographer uses are not a desired end, but material that exists by itself., and the artist gives it the chance to float on the surface so as to express its essence.)
Like any line that contains energy and charts a route, every fold of any leaf and its colors and pigments indicate the ability of this material to exist. The particles of any substance hold the energy, and our ability is dependent on how we mobilise this energy by contemplating on its secrets. Any energy means our existence. It is the knowledge of its scope that forms the substance which is we.
All boring things things sand all boring spirits that we sometimes feel will settle at the bottom our our pure water which will be strained throughout our personal, intimate history.
That is why we draw and provide for the color for its space in the plane. And we also create the mass in vacuum. We draw with and against the feelings of fear and pain. An in an axis that is counter to death, we draw to perceive bereavement and loss and through our emotions try to know our existence like Nikos Kazantzakis who says: In order a book extends as long as ourselves, and teems with bitterness and love, movement and action, patience and kindness.
2005 Mohab Abed El ghaffar