"في ذاتي.. نواة الذوات."
"I see it. I don’t know what it is, but I see it. In those eyes. This moment is my epiphany. I don’t understand but I feel it. So terribly strong. So massively overwhelming. What have you done?"
And he continues to tell her where he works.
"I am looking right into your eyes, so deep within your soul. And I can find light, screaming. To be let out. To engulf my core. To submerge all that is evil within me and hit the right chords of a heart that died long ago.”
He moves on to tell her about his hobbies.
"Can it be true? You’re as fine as a classic rock song in a world of trash music. Hold me. Now. And never let me go. Let your light unite with my soul; that buried soul. What have you done? So massively overwhelming. So terribly strong. I don’t understand but I feel it. This moment is my epiphany. In those eyes. Those goddamn bright eyes. I don’t know what it is, but I see it. I see it."
"It was nice meeting you," he says.
Daniele Cestari (b.1983, Italy)
Daniele is a native to Ferrara, Italy where he studied at the liceo scientifico and then went on to complete a degree in Architecture and Urban Environmental Planning. Cestari insists that one must understand his work, first and foremost, as that of “an architect who paints”. Having never undertaken any formal art training, Cestari renders onto the canvas his architectural passions – his fascination with the energy of the urban environment. His carefully crafted perspectives invite the viewer into the all-consuming momentum of the cityscape, alive with texture. The dynamism of Cestari’s loose brushstrokes and blurred canvases evoke the city as a living entity, constantly in flux. Yet they also lend his scenes a wonderful sense of opacity; keeping the observer at arm’s length, they are the perfect acknowledgment of the impersonal nature of the metropolis, with its hidden away existences and shuttered private lives. Cestari uses various mediums together – oils, pencils, acrylic and varnishes – to create a work as varied as the city itself. Often he begins his work with less than pristine canvases – old, degraded, stitched and imbued with their own history – and he works to unite these pre-existing traces into his work. For Cestari, we are the paintbrushes and pencils within our own cities, each footstep down a street adding to the history of traces left before.
و سأريك العالم"
you are never the same
always in a changing state
my eyes look up to you
to catch a glimpse of hope
for you are the sky;
a compliment of my soul.
لم و لن و لا
منذ أن التقيت بعينيك"