Pensamiento

Every day we hear about (but do we listen?) and see (but do we feel it?) the horrors that happen around us: war, terrorist attacks, rape, murder, massacres, injustices, abuses, flight… to where? Hunger… death… I hear and see all of that too, but I do listen and I do feel it. History repeats itself: it’s the lamb and the slaughterer; nothing but a constant re-living of the Passion. 

These thoughts bring me to think about the Passion of our Lord, the great mystery of death and Resurrection: I often wonder why did God send his own Son to die for us and offer us Eternal Life. 

What does humankind do to deserve a god made flesh who sacrificed himself to save us? How can we justify before God almighty what is happening here on Earth? How do we tell him about the millions of children that die of hunger? Do we tell him that before we used to cry out and that now that we have become hoarse, we are only left with prayer? Did the Passion of our Christ serve a purpose? I do think it did. How could it not, if it was the very son of God who died at the Cross for us. 

The word Passion has been particularly nagging at me for the past few years. When that happens, I often close my eyes and think about the events that took place 2,000 years ago. One day it occurred to me to travel back in time and commemorate through lines and colour spots the Passion of our Lord Jesus Christ from a 21st Century perspective. In that moment “the Passion in the works of Rando” was born. 

God loved us so much that he sent his son to die for us… However, since his son was God himself, he was resurrected. And that is precisely what I expect of my Passion: I want Christ to descend from the Cross and that we never have to get up on it again. He should not let himself be crucified again either; the Cross should stay as a symbol of Christianity but it should stay bare. Let this message of hope in life and not of death reach the world and the Church (we are all part of the Church). Let this Passion be life, be love. 

Let’s all come out of the darkness! Let’s all go back to the Light of Love! 

Let’s turn our cries of protest into cries of prayer… but with open eyes!

As a painter I have always stated that paintings have a life of their own and that once an artist gives the last brushstroke, their mission is done. The work of art becomes an independent entity and it is the property of the “observer of paintings”. This might be why I don’t like to offer neither a title nor an explanation for my pieces; because I don’t want to intervene in the dialogue between the work and the observer. They should understand and interpret each other without any external interference, not even the own artist’s. 

I will finish this with the reminder that the only creator is God. We can only re-create, and if we let ourselves be guided by Him, we might achieve something worthy of the term “Work of Art”.