Prezentare Demers Artistic

[…] As form of optical intelligence, the eye renders the painter’s wisdom. What would become the painter without it? He would tediously and inefficiently search his surrounding realty. He wouldn’t know how to extract and express his artistic discourse coupled to the nature’s “intelligence”. He wouldn’t become a “philosopher” and even less a “poet”, a “scholar”, a “creator”… and other “human” ways to exploit wisely the nature’s “concept”. The sensorial experience becomes an ontological form of his intelligence. And in order to achieve this goal, the artist must remain… a “kid”, an “intelligence” of the most pure quality! He must always return to the age of perceptual wisdom, of genuine knowledge. Without those qualities, the artist reaches the status of a wily and opportunistic adult, and the intelligence of his world decades to its primitive form of adaptability and self-protection. There is a major risk in this: the mimetic revolution, a form of simple travesty condition – as of the bug taking the shape of the leaf, or of the lizard seeming the extension of the branch! The light is another form of the darkness. You, who are the source of light, can’t you hear around the rough noise of jugs trying to catch a slice of your magic glow? Like water and mercury, the light has the brightness to spread and freely radiate upon the wide field of life; it easily falls in the trap of any containers and as easily escapes from them! Watch out, kid, for those who open faked theatres, seeking to steal the miracle of your talent. […]

Letter to the painter Cornelius Brudascu, at the age of 75 years. (January, 2013)