How do we see and how do we feel things?
Inner and profound as it is, our perception guides the pleasure of seeing and appreciating, countering the pragmatism of intellect, whose actions are steered by the very things it recognizes.
When cast upon art, the human eye promptly identifies it; the luminous aura of art is absorbed by channels of our soul, which is satiated by that fountain.
This contact is immediate and waives any literary call, or even any irradiation from great masters; something silent and enigmatic acts, doing away with the strength of words and any philosophical discourse for a rightful understanding.
In constant renewal, painting traverses time, driven by the parameters of beauty, the strength of colors, and the feasibility of materials; it moves on, side by side with the technologies that evoke print, drawing, or even virtual paint. Discussions around the validity of it, in this day and age, have not wiped out its continuity, nor have they reduced its value.
Formerly revered by futurists as icons of the world to come, machines now increase creative possibilities and steer painting towards new paths of modernism, and contemporary propositions have freshened up their fields by bringing them forth into the present, for they are a universal language, one where physical borders pose no embarrassment.
Let us therefore appreciate art, painting as its palpable manifestation, for if your eye is good, your body will be luminous.

I'm absolutely loyal to this extraordinary form of art expression, Painting, in its pure state, “detoxed” of vain definitions, or concepts and analyses...