by Bluenight
…a reflection of art, a destiny, a dream…
the quantum susceptibility
scribbling an unreal world to run into here
the quantum painting
bluenight may flip through the pictures that live and invade us all over.
the quantum painting
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painting, a dice blow has happened…
Space and Time within and Without Me
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you’ve always got a probability to choose
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The Uncertainty Rule of the Quantum Painting
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Along the way there is always the probability of a story to live
The Quantum Painting in becoming has turned into the fourteen, which suggests taking a new step, at 14, the world street number fourteen, as a probability for it to be; and then, there is bluenight, the painter, who, telling his art, carries you along his path of life.
To Change the Shape Sets the Concept Out
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Destiny is a roll of the dice bouncing into the ground to fall where
they may fall.
Bluenight’s Quantum Painting begins to tell his clipboard of a pictorial research that will illustrate the terms of the artwork: The artwork is a pulsating object, a space-time, as a quantum of probability, of an experience inherent with others or subconscious.
An only artwork is painted by a single person who is the artist, but it is fragmented into more places and times, in more parallel universes; for this purpose, there is no observational, investigation but a probability of the existence, of an emotional sensation, mood alive and lived in countless ways and further emotions.
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that would be the heart and soul
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THE QUANTUM PAINTING
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Fourteen is a Probability
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there is always a probability of existence on the dice
To become a narrative subject with its infinite variants. The simpler the form the more complex its reading, as in painting some see themselves and some see only the artwork.
My website, bluenight, the quantum painting are a pictorial research in becoming, as a book written day by day, to create the theory on art, it is based on the possibility of the existence of a sentiment, determining this by means of coordinates of daily notes in a given space and time.
Equally important, my project is the subjectivity in the objective sea of living, in which the observer is the most important element in giving power, and energy to the artwork with his story and his sentiments; for this purpose, I wrap everything into an analysis that is revised into an emotive key. It is a reading with more points of view: all that is enough to call up the subject as soul places and sense emotions.
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Painting is to Synthesise the Colours of the Soul
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Contamination of the soul
The 5 colours’ quanta being a case of chaos in an endless journey called living, the quantum painting weaves the probability round the artwork.
By the paint roller and the five colours, bluenight hence will be born as a legend, the fourteen, as a probability joining in a blow of dice thrown in with the spread-up set in a new view; thus, a mind-remembered pictorial probability of a five-colour quantum based on only an element brings a probabilistic-writing multitude along the space and time;
meaning the endless gesture called living.
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and BLUENIGHT
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the roads are deserted by the crowd
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The Quantum Painting Sitemap
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A probability of existence in a unique universe varies through the places and thoughts…
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in a quantum of probability
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I am a Painter
MY PAINTING IS A PICTORIAL PROBABILITY
The Story of a Painter
The Quanta 5 Colours
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a glance is the infinity that is defined by the objects as a word enchants a sign
I use acrylic colours on rough canvas; the colours at issue are five: ultramarine blue, vermilion red, lemon yellow, up to white and black; so that tints are born straight on the canvas; and rollers, thus creating an infinite quality of tints.
I am always in search of new motivations, because I want to seek new sources by making my painting wealthier, improving my aesthetic product as an absolute painting value. To be an artist, or better, a painter, all that incites me to go over the unknown ground.
So doing all it, I face the new languages, by coding them again into my painting and giving it a new flavour, different every day.
Living life and being never fed up with the longing knowledge that I live my art as well as I live myself. I felt as a developing explorer of art, in search of new outer reaches, the grounds in which I can find out the new languages.
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A POET,PAINTER,TRAVELLER, AND LIFE LOVER.
THE QUANTUM PAINTING
fourteen is a probability
Now it’s up to you to choose and decipher your loop quantum of living all over space and time in the world scale.
The Artist’s Painting Script
THE PLACE
you try to imagine what is beyond your imagination
and what you have to breathe,breathe and image, you try, you are living,
ῥειν
Φ 1.618
π 3,141
ἐντόϛ
you are the imagination about breathing one image which you are in at the fading away of the mind.
BLUENIGHT’S SCRIPT
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BLUENIGHT THEORY
You would like to roll some dice blows today, wouldn’t you?
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have a good journey
Traveling, a fresh and too swiftly burnt-out remembrance, and too slow the remembrance, memories fade out into the words, writings that fog the dreams of other places and other cities too, pursued by the sun and the moon, speaking up keeping on walking along the street just to write it at home anew, after traveling, a walk into the murmuring of quick-greeting people worn out as dew at the first dawn, loving and deep, but a feeling blowing my mind and then coming back the morning until calling back at evening, traveling is always the memory of home.
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