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Someone says that we watch God through the telescope… Someone says instead that God watches us through the telescope…

It happens to us to watch the night, to observe the starry sky until we take our eyes off too much immensity after getting dizzy. Sometimes in the night it happens to fall a prey to thoughts that just touch us during the day. Raising our eyes, we are under skies full of bright stars. It almost seems to touch them, if only our fingers could reach them. It almost seems to hear them crackling, if only we could hear better... The centre of the universe seems to be so close to our mind and so reassuring in its infinite depth. That is the moment when all those questions, to which it is difficult to give an answer, appear: the thought of being, of our existence, of the infinite. They seem to be born from the glance of that wonderful, enormous sky. Perhaps there is an Order, or maybe there isn’t. Perhaps there is a Scheme or even God, or perhaps nothing. If there is, Who is this Entity? How can we imagine what it is? Impalpable breath among the stars, infinite breath in the universe. Eyes that follow us on our short and uncertain path, a way full of questions, why and curiosity. And when we watch from a telescope to be able to see more with our glance and our mind, maybe we don’t realize that what makes everything live, including us, is really out there. At that very moment he’s having fun, staring at us with big, watery cat’s eyes. In those eyes there are stars, galaxies, planets and on its little, pretty face there is a nice, sly smile. Someone says that we watch God through the telescope… Someone says instead that God watches us through the telescope…

Dimensions 50 x 70
Mixed painting techinque: “Pablo” pencil + tempera on Fabriano cartoon