between reality and fantasy (tra realtà e fantasia)

I carry my unremarkable life

across the threshold of the artist’s studio to

find myself surrounded by a

wraithlike Arabian-night atmosphere

among shadows scarcely illuminated by red lights

which seem coming from nowhere.

I am confronting a very peculiar

artist: he asks me to take off my

clothesand to walk freely through the roomas if I were alone.

I see only his vague outline

but I feel his piercing hawk eyes on me:

his eyes are antennaecapturing the intimate

detailsof my deep inner essence.

I feel under his scrutiny while I recollect the words of an oriental song I used

to know…

“Burning sands,winds of desire

mirrored oasis reflect a burning fire

within my heart,unwatered,

feeding the flame

welcoming youto my harem…”

“sing for me a song of life’s visage

sing for mea tune of love’s mirage…”

“deep desires, sleep untoldwhispers that echo

the desert of my soul”

“I hold your eastern promiseclose to my heart

welcoming you to my harem…”

The artist signals for me to stop: he has found his inspiration

and starts painting with rapid movements and feverish anxiety…

His chest is bare and so is his soulin this unique magical moment.

He catches subtle energies across the air creating emotional chiaroscuros

which remain imprisoned within the canvas.

Oils and brushes seem to move after his joyful

talent. As if they had an independent life of their own they fill with vivid

colors the canvas surface, which now reveals his – and my – sensations…

“Sing for mea song of life’s visage

sing for mea tune of love’s mirage…

“Time is changetime’s fool is mannone will escape

the passing sands of time”

“I hold your eastern promiseclose to my heartwelcoming you to my harem…”

Creativity, fantasy, inspiration and who

knowswhat other driving

forces guide the hand of the artist when he

creates..Lost among the colors and the canvas there may well be the latent dream that only waits to be given the kiss of

life.

Maybe this very moment is also a

dream...

Nevertheless those brushstrokes on the

canvas are a confession…

...and this eerie music that doesn’t want to leave me...

The threshold that separates the real from

the unreal is often blurred and faded.

Just a step across the threshold of the door changes everything.

Between reality and fantasythere’s always a door

that marks the difference:we are that door.

Original oils & watercolors: Silvestro Migliorini

In Italy:www.silvestromigliorini.it

e- mail: migliorini.silvestro@tele2.it

International websites:http://www.slideshare.net/Migliorini

http://ppsmania.net/Sylvestropps.htm

Text and artwork:GiEffebis@alice.it

English version: mussonor@hotmail.com