Saint Lucia open your eyes!
Blindness opens the eyes of hearing and seeing without having to see. Reality merges with the imagination, generating new chimeras. Hypersensitivity surpasses the objective reality of things. In blindness, smell and taste are heightened without knowing the shape of food. Hearing scans and recognizes every small and eternal drop of water in the tides.
If they took away her eyes, after the pain a new sky opened in her, then pierced by the sword of those who do not see. The Geminids are a meteor shower that occurs annually due to the asteroid 3200 Phaethon, they are called the “stars of Saint Lucia”. They appear in the winter sky on December 13 and, bright like no other asteroid, intercept the blue of the earth. A few years ago they passed around us, where they will return in 2093.
OPEN YOUR EYES it is an invocation and Epiphany of a ciliary beat while waiting for their announced return. Saint Lucia is the entertainment, the auroral invocation, the memory of the gestures in her youthful genuflections, in the echo of the choirs, in the memory of the colors and lines that consecrated her looks between the tragic and the absorbed in the many paintings by well-known or unknown painters and sculptors.
Lucia opens her eyes anxiously seeking the severe gaze of those who see our blue star today, absent of virtue and piety where the shadow precedes mourning. Let all the eyelids of the world open today, remove the darkness from the eyes empty and blinded in the silence of the fall.
Today’s blinding is the result of a dark and errant word that sows pain through sophisticated brain reset codes. Art does not emerge from the frames of the system, it gently or painfully places its eyes in a bottomless dish, inebriating itself in an endless self-referentiality.
All the saints painted in the vaults of the cathedrals or on boundless canvases tell of the gestures and orgies of blood, in the beheadings or at the stakes of a surrendered humanity. Art sometimes feels before seeing and in this brings us closer to it.
Fiat Lux… hears in the eyes of those who see without being able to see.
by Omar Galliani
