Seria Autodafe a artistului Italian Paolo Sabbatini Rancidoro, despre care am povestit mai multe AICI, conţine caligrafii ale unor scurte mărturii personale ale câtorva dintre prietenii săi. Artistul pictează în jurul acesto texte caliofgrafiate, iar rezultatul este unul fabulos.
Transcriu mai jos textul în limba engleză al mărturiei mele care este inclusă în această lucrare, pe care Paolo mi-a dăruit-o, la încheierea expoziţiei lui de la Teatrul Naţional Bucureşti, in octombrie 2002.
Imagine de la vernisaj
25 July 2002
My life is an incessant search for freedom. Strangely enough, I found it easier to keep my freedom under communist oppression, than in the new found freedom of my country.
Can freedom be the enemy of freedom? How could we choose what is right, from the myriad of choice that are out there and the confusing voices we hear within? Some of them are calling us up, towards beauty, wholeness, perfection and authenticity. Others, are pulling us down, to carnality, selfishness, illusion and pretence.
I was eighteen and in despair. My dreams were all shattered. My hopes were gone. I had nothing left to hang on. And then I heard a voice inside: ‘You have to serve me.’ I knew, don’t ask me how, that it was the risen Christ. I said ‘yes’ and the broken pieces of my life started coming together.
The Spirit is still working at it, a little piece here, a brush of colour there. I still have questions without answers, and struggles without end. The image is not clear yet, but it gets better every day.
One day, I shall see Christ face to face and I will be perfectly free, at last. Free of sin, free of the other, free of my old self, free to be myself, in the true sense of the word, a son of the eternal Father.