How I See and Paint With My Eyes

{A Love Letter to the World}

by Dionysos Maskaleris

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          I noticed this morning as I awoke that I see the world with a painters eyes. I have always seen the world this way but maybe I notice it more these days because I am now studying the history of art. Mostly it is subtle the way my mind processes and analyzes my environment but it is also as if the painting of my perception changes as my eyes paint the world.

          During the day as social events and natures phenomena fills my vision I see and examine the world through renaissance and neoclassical eyes. At night my eyes are surrealistic as I dream. When I awake from sleep I feel the world through impressionistic eyes. When I make love my eyes are neolithic and tribal. When I write of and see the ecstasy of divine energy my eyes become expressionistic like an insect or as a firmament of stars with thousands of eyes seeing all the realities of existence dancing towards me and within me.

          The world is a painting and we are all painters of the universe and our souls. I have visions of words and silences. I have visions of nature and human faces. I have visions of the physical world and the sea of souls. I am not insane. If the waking visions become to surrealistic or abstract - to intense or distracting and I have other business to attend to - I close my eyes or look away and it is gone.  For the most part - more and more - I am learning - I choose how and where to focus and refocus my gaze. This is power.

          All the same I tremble at the vistas of colors and textures of sounds that fill me. I gasp at immensity of feelings as my mind reals from the macrocosm of galaxies to the great stillness within atoms.  I pray everyday for humility - that my perceptions and descriptions of life and all existence mirror and transceive love. I pray that I and everyone only be instruments of good.

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          I see the world as a physicist and a poet. The stars and each human being sing to me as each beam of light and particle of love become one. Walk with me and I will share my visions with you - walk with me and I will look into your visions also and sometimes our visions together will become one.

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{All Dionysos Maskaleris writings copyright or copyright pending}

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