Is art a good way to fight the “wrong”?
But maybe art and fight are not two words that combine well together.
This is the story that made me think that.
When I was just a kid my Russian dance teacher forbid me to use the word fight during his class. I remember I was only 12, already trying to explain to him all of the good reasons to fight.
I said: “All of us have been fighting for something in our lives. Fight to achieve our passion, fight for love, fight against a disease, or, in a utopian world, fight for peace.”

Fight for peace?
What nonsense!!

Once and again, there was no way to make him understand; but as determined as I was, I wanted to convince him. And he would always tell me: “A fight never ends well, Lydia”.

Today is the first time in my life where I have started to get why he got so mad at me when I used the forbidden word.
Now I will think about it from his perspective…

Actually it makes more sense, the more I think about it, because I realize that art should not be perceived as a fight.
Would it be better to conceive it as a cure for a world that has lost hope?
And if it could be helpful for those who do not want to resign to the injustices of life?
If we could share with each other something other than disappointment and bitterness?

If, with the reason, we can find no answers, and things stop making sense … there must be something that we can heal…

In this period especially, wherever I look, no one believes in good things, in change, in the infinite possibilities that life offers us.

I often succumb to darkness, I surround myself with negative thoughts, and lose trust in others. But instead of pointing a finger, I immerse into art and immediately feel protected.
Sometimes I would like to live more in the reality of these days, in the present. But how to live the present if it results to be so ephemeral.

There is no balance anymore…and within this lack of equilibrium, I clearly see the need of art.
Art simply to rediscover beauty, to feed our senses, to believe again, to give a touch of genuine humanity, innocently, with an open heart ready to receive the artist message.

I strongly believe that here lies hope for the world, maybe not better, but in harmony.

Despite all the evil that we can not always avoid, there is life and hope for everything that passes through the heart.
With the heart, not with the reason, we feel art.
Art that does not fight against the world.
The art of healing it.

So it turns out that my Russian teacher knew something.
That’s why I take away the positive and I would like if all of us could find in ourselves the will to cure this unsettled world; as both artist and spectators we should never stop dreaming in order to relieve the inevitable pain of life itself.

I open my eyes and I see injustice, terror, things that are simply wrong, but I am not scared because I have a tiny, but true answer to them.

ART.