Ars longa, vita brevis. In fact, I'd like to steal this painting. By appointment only.

The Word Word

oil on canvas by Genu Berlo
by Nicolae Vasilescu, March 2017

Words are fascinating. They are around us. They are inside us. We take them in , we spread them out. Most of the time though we do not see them and we do not want to see them. We only care about their meaning. We only care about ourselves. Nevertheless, if we follow the currents of words, their swarming from one to another, we can see our own bodies made of words who are kept together by unspeakable forces of gravity.
Who are these words? Why are they swarming around us and why, oh , why! we cannot do without them? We need to send our own meanings and thoughts and feeling straight to the others, unmediated , in a continuous continuum!  Take a word. Wash it of its meaning and look at it in details. What a beast!
I met this word hunter. No. He was not a poet. He hunts words. Pure words. Very tricky! Words can only be trapped. The mind is the trap and the soul of the hunter is the bait. The word goes for the soul and the mind closes behind it. The word is caught alive. After that he sets free the words. He has to use colours from the art shop closest to him. It is very hard to separate the word from the soul. Even after the most precise separation the word keeps traces of the hunter soul. And yes! It is very hard to decide in the end who is the hunted and who is the hunter.

oil on canvas by
"the never a poet word hunet"
Genu Berlo
oil on canvas by
"the never a poet word hunet" 
Genu Berlo
oil on canvas by
"the never a poet word hunet" 
Genu Berlo
oil on canvas by
"the never a poet word hunet" 
Genu Berlo
oil on canvas by
"the never a poet word hunet" 
Genu Berlo
oil on canvas by
"the never a poet word hunet" 
Genu Berlo