It was never easy for the painters
the registration of their points of view about painting. So I wouldn't be able to translate
my works. But I would be able to speak about the philosophy, which run through
my works, or even more about the reasons that pushed me to create these works.
When you confront problems in life,
when you want to fly, but you have no wings,
when you want to give a great punch in the stomach
of the authority, and you can't,
when you want to change the world, but the only
thing you do is to observe how prosaically utopian is this,
when the coldly nights of winter, in a deep blue
sky, you want to pee the Moon, and all you finally succeed is to make your self
wet,
when the warbling of canaries with their wonderful
yellow, orange or red wings became gray from the smog of everyday life,
when the dross of the socials and moralities have
surrounded you:
“The only thing you can do is to desire to swallow the
sun, and to try, even if this seems unthinkable, to register the billions of its
colors. This titanic act, which goes many times over the limits, which eats and
burns the dust of prosaism and fill your life with a great energy and lust for
the exploring of this world, and uncountable combinations of colors is that which
can escape you to a heavenly world. And is so beautiful there! ”
The problems starts now, the moment when as everything
which has its root in this earth, you want to come back in the ambient that you
belong. And of course in your baggage you want to keep even some crumblings of that
splendid dream you lived. And what you can express are so poor compared with what
you feel, but you love them, because they are the only trace of the complete exhilaration
you yourself lived, and the only proves of those divine moments that makes you
feel proud and you preen to the others.
I love being a painter, even that moments when I
feel how fatal is to meet reality through this filter.
That's all!
Toni Milaqi
6:12 p.m.
Athens, Saturday, 3 February 2001
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