Love, tragedy and art

“The gesture of the amorous embrace seems to fulfill, for a time, the subject´s dreams of total union with the loved being, the longing for consummation with the other” Roland Barthes

When we fall in love we become artists, the willingness to surrender and give one’s self to some higher state of consciousness, beyond all the previous meanings is an artistic inspiration itself. We wake up upon another kind of truth and reality, The inner space in your own head. The vulnerability that opens the doors to our insides, blending into one another, becoming one another to take that leap.

The perfect consummation with the loved one is a consecration with perfection itself. All our guilt, fear, sadness, even this empty feeling can be purged by joining our destiny to this known fate.

In intimacy, two become one. Two separated minds, two different worlds create a unique universe where gravity puts you in the orbit of those arms. We create spaces of comfort and divinity, a shared universe for one another where we can find solace, peace. Being gods and goddesses outside of time, outside of despair, floating above the clouds of entropic banality. A paradise where we cannot die, how? if we can see our immortal soul, swimming in the pool of the radiance of love.

Every love has a mythology inside, it´s a fairy tale and every truly real kiss is an attempt to deny our own decay, an attempt to escape from our own mortality. That´s why we see the promise of eternity when we fall in love with someone we care about. Life’s riddle is an unknown answer where we put gods, angels and even the cynic emptiness of a life and world with no sense. This hole is fed with the mystical point of view of life itself. Without gods in the temple of our soul we deify the other; they are the wings, she(or he) becomes the sun because what we really hope to gain from love is transcendence by merging with an incarnation of the lost divinity. The amorous dialogue is a prayer that we used to do to our gods and goddesses. Being in love with a really opened heart is a sacrifice and we are the sheep. The whole purpose of the human condition is to find transcendence and leave our animality behind. This is the reason for this urge to merge that we all feel.

Once love ends, there’s a breeze of melancholic memories as a framed reality, playing back there for you in front of your eyes. We seek into the scenes that our memories bring back, now as a witness of the story that we lived. An intersubjective buddhist space where two became one, to the encounter of the lost partner. We stop at the scene of the cuddling, the kind gaze, the time of lost promises seeking to recreate the path we followed. It is not too hard to know how it feels to be in mourning. Someone you loved with your whole heart represents death to you if this love is gone. The loved object is the reason to elevate yourself by swimming into those eyes.

Therefore, contemplate the idea that all of this is gone. This is the moment to write a poem, sing a song, do whatever you wish to do as an unsuccessful attempt to frame that holy moment to at least cement the tragedy by saving it. It happened, we existed, we felt something that we just can’t remember once we are out of paradise.

Yes. it’s a tragedy, I know, but is how we make art.

By Juan José Da-Silva & Feliz

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3 pensamientos en “Love, tragedy and art

  1. This is a great text that can make someone reflect upon previous relationships, present ones and how you would be in the future when thinking of that loved one. I loved this piece with no doubt and can’t wait to read more from you. Keep up the great work

  2. Me gusta el contexto en el que describes el amor en estas letras, partiendo de cuando ya estas dentro del universo del amor. Sin duda este nos hace sentir vivos, que existimos, el amor es como esa musa que nos inspira a prometer más allá de lo real, por eso es una mitología.

    Hacemos del amor nuestra fuente de vida, es por ello, que cuando se marcha sentimos que una parte de nosotros ha muerto y de hecho es así, porque formaba parte de nuestro ‘’SER’’ y es una tragedia porque la fuerza del amor, esa misma fuerza que una vez nos sublevo, ahora remite contra nosotros…

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