The aesthetic admiration and the resulting deep anxiety about the fate of an artwork or a realization of fine design, are visceral elements of their personal culture to enhance the beauty . Overshadowed by the social confusion generated by their popularity and their historical importance, for there is the silent reaction, spontaneous and passionate of those who, being intimately related to the nature of their artistic essence, surrounding these masterpieces of having to care, attention, devotion and boundless love. The uniqueness, the value that transcends price, and that points straight to the real source of their emotional and rational at the same time excellence, makes them short of perfection in their imperfection, a synthesis of poetry in their normal synthesis of divinity in their humanity.
So I understand the deep concern of those who are faced with the decision to encourage the spread or not, all things considered the rational faculty or propensity to bring this beauty to as many people as possible, a beneficial social impact by sharing . I understand this concern becomes when mistrust, anger and finally, face the possibility that cotanta bellezza venga sciupata o persino deturpata da persone non in grado di comprenderne il valore. Quello stesso stupro morale che subisce un Van Gogh negli occhi o ancor peggio nelle mani di chi non lo merita, di chi insomma scambia il capolavoro per un quadro o un suppellettile.
Come si risolve un tale dilemma? Come si può mediare saggiamente tra una giustificata possessività e una legittima diffusione? Come riuscire insomma a superare il disagio della perdita o anche solo della condivisione di proprietà, dando dunque fiducia ad uno sconosciuto mettendo a rischio il prestigio di un’opera d’arte sinora custodita da mani premurose poiché profondamente amanti dell’opera stessa? Ad una prima analisi, the reproduction seems to be the only possible compromise. In short, to give a third copy, degraded, limited, original beauty, at least make sure of their proper preparation, take time, perhaps hoping that's enough. But perhaps this is not a betrayal, as well as a flaw of selfishness? Is this not hypocrisy (donate when in fact you are not giving at all), a false concession that denatures the aesthetics in favor of his banal and commercial surrogate, which loses itself in the reproduction of the original not only beauty but also the very meaning of that gift? It is in fact the lack of inner effort, the effort required to share intimate with others their own sense of aesthetic beauty and its treasures (in fact putting in game, sensibly naked in front of others' sensitivity), to remove the object to give beauty itself? That a link exists between the aesthetic nature of an object and emotion of the human being who protects him?
In reality, there is no connection. Although it may be difficult to admit, beauty, art or design that is deeply selfish, exists between himself and draws strength and definition just by itself. And so it is only justifiable but his possessiveness unjustified, irrational but irresistible emotion (and quindi moralmente sbagliata), a trattenere un’opera nelle esclusive mani del proprio custode, che svolge il proprio lavoro con una passione magistrale ma fondamentalmente corrotta . La bellezza corrompe chi la circonda, ne prosciuga la lucidità, così come corrompe chi la detiene, il quale ne viene indebitamente influenzato fino a considerarla proprietà propria piuttosto che patrimonio comune. Serve coraggio ed intelligenza per invertire la rotta, per sacrificare il proprio tornaconto e il proprio benessere interiore di fronte alla richiesta o all’esigenza di condividerla. Serve fiducia e responsabilità. Perché l’importanza dell’arte e del valore artistico è tale da richiedere sacrifici ed obblighi to those who are touched, demanding attention and unilateral rights.
Few things in the world suffer my admiration more than a painting by Van Gogh Admiration religious addict, rationally irresistible. A fascination that borders the sacred and the forbidden, the artistic and erotic, with the same ease from girlish leave you breathless every time. They are an inevitable corrupt, I admit, but also ready to suffer while granting freedom to the art it deserves, while ensuring its sacred and inviolable right to bribe - pleasantly charmed - who loves me as Van Gogh.
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