A parallel life

I began to think seriously about Art when I was studying at the university. If you are from Florence you grow up in the midst of world famous masterpieces. But you don't always stop and think. I did it thanks to Contemporary Art.  

It was a conceptual artist who taught me how things are. Daniel Buren. I owe everything to him. Because you don't know what this is if someone doesn't tell you. Art is a difficult concept. It is what we see and what we hear. What we think is beautiful and important. And it‘s not enough for us to see the reality in front of us the way it appears in that instant, because a moment later it’s already something else.  

The idea that everything ends is unbearable. Even the most banal object is never the same and if you like it once, maybe when you look at it again you don't like it anymore. The light is different. You are different. The objects next to it are different. Then you think of it and you see it inside of you. You imagine it. You want it like this forever.  
And if you are an artist you are looking for a way to depict it. But how?  You always have in front of your eyes that damned object that is never the same, and in your head the idea that you have made of it. You begin to suffer and at the same time to be happy because you are close to having it again. Just like you first saw it. For that split second that never came back. It’s a torment that only those who have experienced it understand how beautiful and important it is. Not everyone knows it. Not everyone wants to struggle. Understanding that nothing is as you see it, and that if you want it a little bit the way you liked it, you have to change something. And surely that something is you. The artist does this. He breaks his head and brings out the reality. The one that is no longer there but that lasts forever. And a parallel life begins.