Is it possible to depict a state of highest level of sensitivity, such as happiness, which encompasses the human from within, that is not always possible to be perceived and envisioned by five senses, and whose content we can only reach by living with our spirituality, as required by our topic here?
Can your love be painted? What percentage of the paintings that have been made and currently made until today have depicted love? How many picture paintings are there in the world that can make us feel the love, in a flourishing way? I do not know this either, nor do I necessarily want to know. I know this because: Love does not fit into paintings; it shatters the lights and shadows, colors and perspectives of the paintings; It cracks their frames: it blends out, into life, among the people, encircling all its coolness: there it breathes because it widens its veins there the most.
Which painter can paint what color and line madman? He cannot paint because: love is more than art; It is somewhere deeper and further into the potentials of art, the physics and metaphysics of art. Love finds even the concept of love inadequate / inadequate; At a point where life and death intersect, it has begun to challenge even the world and God.
Besides, the volatility of love, his effort to try every possible way, the extraordinary adventures he experienced while trying, that he could not fit into some templates and schematic patterns; Is it not an indication that some mowing enthusiasts and social engineers will leave their enthusiasm in their crops from the very beginning and even before they act? Drawing boundaries and definitions for love is fundamentally contrary to its ontology and its unique pedagogy. If you are unaware of this subtle awareness, you are not in the "love time".
Are there not those who restrict love to begrudging the opposite sex, and those who reduce it to a "crotch feast" by making it vulgar? Loving, if they think, is a callous and mechanical in the simplicity of "plug-and-plug, finish". It was the moonlight, it was poetry, it was friendly, we should never forget it; If there is something called love, it is the flesh of a woman and a man. What has he committed to word and love Doesn't a man with this mentality frigid his women, and a woman with this mentality does not make his man impotent?
Yes, what I was saying: The language of love is another language, a meta-language. As I said in one of my poems: languages are a language, what you say is love Can't you fall in love with a flower, a child, a stream of thought, your parent, your teacher, a utopian system of values, and why not? The fluidity of the motion of love is spontaneous and in itself; It also does not require external mobilizers.
Let me also touch upon those who see biological-physiological old age as an obstacle to love. They mean: if the body is worn out, so is the energy to love. Waste energy cannot become operational. They say it shyly, not explicitly, implicitly; they say anyway. But being in love is more of a synergy than energy, they just don't know that. On the negative, they get stuck with a prejudice. An 18-year-old boy who talks that I have become a part of their house with a festive logic can be in love at any time; what, he has gathered flavors from almost all of his artistic values, shaped his whole life with thought-oriented factors! In the middle of such logic, wouldn't you sew a rooster feather?
I am of that conviction: chrysanthemums, misty July evenings, heartbreaking crane flights, the poor who ruffled by a southwester in the morning, its persistence in separation and its mysticism in revolutions; He likes fast food, full-time working, and rotting life in cafes, much more than the generation. For these reasons alone, it deserves love more than most of us.
This is why: Visual and digital non-communication tools portray the virtual lovemaking of these "derived generations" minute by minute, ignoring their love. As the perceptions that evoke a sense of pity, rudeness that remind of rotten gums, the states that have not met the imaginary and the philosopher become widespread; We will complain more about these tools.
