Here in this section
you enter a world that is fresh and full of beauty, an evasion
in the artistic pictorial universe of Joseph Matar, one whose
masterly work is the reflection of his soul, an interior world
whose explanation is endless and inexhaustible. The works that
one may visit here are a cord, a vibration, in this symphony of
which he is the composer and creator. Artist Matar is only too
aware that any work, whether painted, written sculpted or to be
heard, that is not entirely creation and poetry is nothing but
wasted effort.
Every masterpiece is a creation, and, what is more, a prayer,
a union with the One Creator who lies beyond. And to attain this
state of a creating soul, several factors enter into play: to
be gifted, certainly, to have a solid formation at all levels,
cultural and technical, and to be resourceful in craft, deft and
having all the ability that a masterpiece demands, genius if I
may use the word, comprehension and capacity, and the will that
sets all in motion. Above all there must be that compassionate
love, that inner breath of life which imparts the individual touch
to all our actions. Yes, creation is something that supposes all
that I have referred to above and yet more besides – in
short, there is Joseph Matar the artist and painter and there
is Joseph Matar the work, independent of its creator. What you
visit here are the pieces produced at different periods of his
development.
The subjects you behold are many and varied, but always we see
the brush of the painter of the Holy, from the formal composition
to the representation, of landscapes, flowers, the sea, the sweep
of history, trees, houses, small details and love of country.
It is a hymn of joy that he communicates to us, from two blazing
sources of light, the one burning in the sky above our heads and
the other spiritual and mystic, deep in his soul. Light streams
abundantly in his works, a light that is all warmth and color,
a light that takes us up to God.
Joseph Matar knows how to transform this outpouring of the spirit
into a plastic shape, to make of it a poem, with colors sometimes
light and luminous and sometimes dense and in relief, as if they
were bursting out from the two dimensions imposed by the canvas.
The human soul cannot be confined to two, three or even four dimensions,
for it must return to the Absolute, the Infinite.
We wander around in this site visiting works that may be large
or may be small, and we find Joseph Matar everywhere; a great
work is to be measured not by its the length of its borders but
by its plastic, cultural human and imaginative depth. Yes, the
imagination has its role, for it is nothing other than the ability
to conceive in the forms of images – whether concrete or
abstract matters little, for even the abstract has recourse to
a capital of imagination.
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