walkabout to italian aesthetics #2

K: i loved being young and naive. because back then i felt something incredulous toward the first sight of art, and being a part of "it". philosophy will teach you of the sublime, art history will teach you of art-viewer connectivity. whatever you call it, nothing will beat being 14 or 15 and realizing at an exact moment what life will be about, art. or maybe you were on drugs and drunk at 15. i however, do not remember much from being that age. i am nearing 26, and i feel 80 years old with fading memories. maybe an exaggeration, but sometimes feels like truth. i do however, remember that exact moment in italy when i felt a surge of emotion and depth i had never known up to that point, at 14, and it was ironically at the Vatican.....it was at that moment hearing a dull speaker discuss art conservation of the Vatican frescos when i realized that i wanted to devote my life to save art, or be a part of its preservation. long story, put short. instead i give you images.

when painting is realized to be more than just canvas. much more.

the exact moment when art became life. a rotating golden orb told me that. with the voice of an elderly art historian.

hello, gorgeous world.