As spring starts to make its way through the damages winter left, I keep on wondering what exactly is ”asthenia”.
In the South, flowers bloom day by day. Some grow to be precious big magnolias, capturing all the attention and being photographed by everyone that passes by. In the city center, more and more trees became white again, but not because of snow, but because of the flowers that started to come into shape. Everything smells sweet and wild, and you cannot even hear the noise or feel the smell of gasoline or dust entering your nose.
For a few seconds, I find myself palsied in the middle of the street, inhaling the smell of spring that has captured parts of the street. People pass me by: a family, then their little girl who screams, probably she has some unfulfilled desire.
Her sharp scream and the smell of freshly bloomed trees take me back to my childhood, when every spring was a festival itself. When we learned about seasons in school, spring and autumn fascinated me the most. With their rich experiences, full of new things that happen in nature (and not only), I felt this two seasons as being the chance of a new beginning every year.
Surprisingly, autumn was not the season that brought me sadness and melancholy. It was spring, because in spring I had the most memories outside my house. So whenever I passed by a familiar place, I experienced the same sensations as I used to feel the year before or maybe dig dipper in the past and find myself at some early age, with flowers in my hair and a smell in my nose that would persist long after the sunset.
This year, spring and Easter came together to remind us of how beautiful the feeling of rebirth is. Like a Phoenix bird, everything rises again and what results is nature in it’s most beautiful phase: the phase of regaining it s strength and it’s power, the meaning in this world. Because what are the apple trees without the apples?
Nothing, since without the famous fall of Eva and Adam from Heaven we wouldn’t even exist.
Like nature, artists regain their strengths in spring and openings and exhibitions are happening every week in different corners of the world. At Dimisca Studio/Gallery, we have prepared an exhibitions dedicated to religious. As we are independent and non-conformists in a different, non-hipsterish way, we kept some conventions and transformed them in what we believed painting about religion should be, meaning more than 50 works in which artists shared their view on Christianity without restrictions.
Everyone believes in their own God and the sole idea that we, each, see God in different ways is what reinforces Its existence in this world.
I should be ending my post with an Easter wish, but somehow I cannot do it. This year I found myself struggling to wish everyone Happy Easter because it seemed like such a superficial thing to say.
So this year I’ll leave it up to you to think of a wish. And me, well, I’ll send all my positive thoughts to built a solid ground so that your wishes do come true.