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Since this magazines goal is to demonstrate or to show what will is hiding behind the artistic face of the bands that features in it, it is logical, perhaps essential, to start by constructing a clear definition of what are arts and artists for us. Words being the source of most of the misunderstandings, we start here, to introduce our thesis, by a study of the roots of the term: art. Art without passion is comparable, according to us, to the reproduction by a young child of a painting of Raphaël or to a pitiful amount of clay supposed to represent a sculpture of Rodin. Passion is the quintessence that must transcend art to give it its beauty, its wonder. In that perspective, it is necessary to specify what truly is Passion.
The word art originally comes from the latin words: ars or artis which means hability or talent or technical knowledge. On another side, the word passion also comes from the latin: patio or patior but means sorrow or suffering. This being said, we could deduce that the artist is the human being that owns the hability to handle his sorrow and to transform his suffering into something raising or growing for him. True art is in fact something created with ardour and passion. But be warned, one should not only see the dark side of things...if the light blinds, darkness deploy a veil on our brains and also wastes our view. The artist doesnt search for beauties and marvels, squatted on the ground, he keeps his eyes to the horizon and let them come. Tears are made to nourrish the trees and make them bloom and grow. Another thing that distinguishes the artist from the mass humans is his eternal quest, not for power or money, but for pure, simple, but yet perfect beauty. The free spirit does not make abstraction of uglinesses; he dives in them, he delights in them until he is filled up with this same abjection. He embraces his sorrow, makes it queen instead of ignoring it. And following the example of the chrysalises that become butterflies, those defections of the soul will open out and will transfer into beauties such that mens eyes and spirit cannot conceive.
According to the stoicals, passions were perversions of the reason, the mislaying of our judgement that drew us aside of our natural duties. A pulsion who escaped to the control of established conformities. Those that we could summarize as the flatness of a pre-established rationality by the protocolar needs of our monotonous society. It is understandable that the free spirits and the impassionned seek to isolate themselves from it and to enrich their hearts, their souls and minds, away in the infinities of creation, far from the imposed regularity and normality of the system. Art can be compared to a gateway to another world, another universe. A different universe and dimension for every soul that reachs it, but still transcended with same deep and saving serenity. The problem with modern art is that there are rarely creatures enlightened by this same unstopable flame to be found in there. For music, popular bands are just and only poor sensationalists. For painting or sculpting, it is just simple and ordinary humans drawing a red line on a fabric or sticking toothpicks on aluminium paper and that pretend that this worthless mind vomit represents their sickness to live and that if people doesnt understand their pathetic allusion, its that they are frigid.
The reason why we chose to do this chronicle on this specific subject is simple: A lot of people who will read this article are a part of the maggots and mollusks who act the unwanted way with Art... they will never fly away and it is too bad for them, they are not worthy of it. On the other hand, it is easy to judge these people that perhaps did not have the impulsion or elevation towards spiritual freedom yet and we respect those who tend towards this exhalation. Maybe, undirectly, a flame, a spark will light upon those lost jewels in the heart of this infamous mass of rot that is our civilization...
..Written by Orion and Neptune, july 15th, 2006