Beauty and darkness
		There is a path of dreams linked to the primordial world, to a pre-illuminist view of reality, a path that is unveiled in the aesthetic observation of the night and in the resulting disruption of the relationship between time and space. The dream, the day-dream, is invention, a way of imbuing things with meaning. During my initiation journey, I spent two years in the Western Sierra Madre, far from those aspects of civilization that are part of the obvious framework of present-day reality. There, the night was Night, without any illumination except for moonlight. Inside, the light shed by oil lamps, the hearth or candles was so dim as not to cause any reverberation, to signal any presence in the outer world. The aesthetic experience of pre-industrial nature is that of the pagan cosmos. I don?t believe there is progress in art. As the pre-industrial night sheds light on things, because darkness exists only around a source of light, and at night things can be listened to, questioned, appear, change and reveal themselves in the moonlight, so man cannot help thinking how beautiful it is and he oversteps the distance that separates him from the beauty he is contemplating and feels he has become one with this, he is inspired by it and perceives an inner confirmation of the emotion of encountering that place. Otherwise, how could the Sylvan Deities and the Muses of Parnassus, the Fauns and Nymphs have taken shape? Senses are no longer the only means of conveying reality and things are wrought by the hands of thought. At times, the Winter night there is so dark that even the stars are unable to brighten it. The night out there is so silent you can hear it. It is heavy. And, in the uniqueness of meanings as they appear to him to decide what is true or false, man thinks that truth is full of uncertainties. Forms are mere constructions of the human mind. When his vision has been overstepped by evidence, by precision,by control and by regulations, how can contemporary man, constrained as he is by the obvious, still maintain a genuine relationship with things? Crushed by these idols, how can he freely experience truth? How can he still be fascinated by beauty?