{"id":13105,"date":"2020-08-30T15:31:30","date_gmt":"2020-08-30T13:31:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=13105"},"modified":"2020-08-30T15:31:30","modified_gmt":"2020-08-30T13:31:30","slug":"moartea-unui-mare-artist","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=13105","title":{"rendered":"moartea unui mare artist"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u00a0 de Liviu \u0218tefan\u00a0Dunca<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Dup\u0103 ce stabili locul unde se afla inima \u00ee\u0219i fixase \u021beava pistolului \u0219i trase. Se auzi pocnitura, ecolul ei \u0219i Vincent c\u0103zu la p\u0103m\u00e2nt. Ciorile din lanul de gr\u00e2u, speriate de pocnitur\u0103, se risipir\u0103 haotic \u00een v\u0103zduh. Nu murise, pesemne nu nimerise bine. Cu ultimele puteri ce le avea se t\u00e2r\u00e2se p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een sat, ajunse acas\u0103 \u0219i se tr\u00e2nti \u00een pat.\u00a0 Se f\u0103cuse sear\u0103 iar el \u00eenc\u0103 nu murise. \u00ce\u0219i \u00eenc\u0103rcase pipa cu tutun \u0219i o puf\u0103i toat\u0103 noaptea. \u00cencerc\u0103 s\u0103 se g\u00e2ndeasc\u0103 la lucruri mari, profunde \u0219i nu reu\u0219i. G\u00e2ndurile sale r\u0103t\u0103ceau de colo colo, ag\u0103\u021b\u00e2ndu-se c\u00e2nd de una, c\u00e2nd de alta, \u00eens\u0103 de nimic important. \u00cencerc\u0103 s\u0103-\u0219i analizeze via\u021ba, \u00een toate detaliile ei \u0219i reu\u0219i, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it reu\u0219i. Dar degeaba, nu puteau fi astfel via\u021ba unui mare artist, nu putea fi&#8230; Nici nu apucase s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i termine g\u00e2ndul c\u0103 se petrecu ceva \u00eenfrico\u0219\u0103tor. Sufletul s\u0103u, printr-o sfor\u021bare de nedescris \u00een cuvinte se ridic\u0103 deasupra lui \u0219i se v\u0103zu pe sine, f\u0103r\u0103 via\u021b\u0103, cu pipa \u00een col\u021bul gurii, cu hainele ponosite, cu o \u00eenf\u0103\u021bi\u0219are ce \u00ee\u021bi provoca mil\u0103 \u0219i comp\u0103timire.<!--more--><\/p>\n<p><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/i.vgy.me\/q1VTB4.jpg?w=812&#038;ssl=1\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Ce a urmat mai apoi sunt taine mari, de nep\u0103truns \u0219i nu indr\u0103znim s\u0103 ni le imagin\u0103m. \u00cendr\u0103znim totu\u0219i s\u0103 ne imagin\u0103m anumite lucruri, \u0219i anume c\u0103 Vincent \u0219i-a rev\u0103zut propria via\u021b\u0103, cu bunele \u0219i relele s\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219ite. S-a v\u0103zut pe sine cum purta \u0219evaletul pe c\u00e2mp, cum picta \u00een soarele arz\u0103tor cu o p\u0103l\u0103rie pe cap, cum se \u00eentorcea de pe c\u00e2mp \u00een privirile \u0219i \u0219u\u0219otelile \u021b\u0103ranilor, cum se oprise la c\u00e2rcium\u0103 \u0219i b\u0103use un absint. Apoi s-a v\u0103zut cum alerga precum un besmetic spre apartamentul unei prostituate \u021bin\u00e2nd \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 ceva \u00eempachetat, iar c\u00e2nd ajunsese \u0219i desf\u0103cuse pachetul \u00een fa\u021ba femeii aceasta \u021bip\u0103. Cine ar fi crezut c\u0103 un pictor care venise de la Paris putuse s\u0103-\u0219i taie urechea \u0219i s\u0103 o d\u0103ruiasc\u0103 unei prostituate? Apoi s-a v\u0103zut internat la spitalul de boli nervoase, apoi s-a v\u0103zut \u00een compania lui Paul Gauguin. Apoi s-a v\u0103zut la Paris \u00een c\u0103utarea unui rost \u00een lume, cercet\u00e2nd muzeele, expozi\u021biile, cabareturile \u0219i c\u00e2rciumile cele mai infecte. Apoi s-a v\u0103zut desen\u00e2nd trupul gol al lui Sien, o alt\u0103 prostituat\u0103 ce-i fusese iubit\u0103. Apoi s-a v\u0103zut \u00een satul de mineri unde fusese pastorul comunit\u0103\u021bii, s-a v\u0103zut cum a abandonat misiunea \u0219i a \u00eenceput s\u0103 picteze m\u00e2nc\u0103torii de cartofi \u0219i sem\u0103n\u0103torii. Apoi s-a v\u0103zut cum a lucrat al\u0103turi de unchiul s\u0103u pentru galeria lui \u0219i cum \u00eencepuse s\u0103 fac\u0103 primele desene. Apoi s-a v\u0103zut \u00een scoala primar\u0103 cu tr\u0103gea pe fete de cozi, iar ele r\u00e2deau cu complicitate, apoi cum puf\u0103ise cu b\u0103ie\u021bii primele \u021big\u0103ri. Apoi s-a v\u0103zut copil mic juc\u00e2ndu-se al\u0103turi de Teo, iubitul s\u0103u frate, cel care urma s\u0103 \u00eel sponsorizeze toat\u0103 via\u021ba, care urma s\u0103 fac\u0103 din el un mare artist, o legend\u0103, ce acum se n\u0103ruia, ce acum \u00eencepea s\u0103-l apese, s\u0103-l striveasc\u0103.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Apoi o fiin\u021b\u0103 plin\u0103 de lumin\u0103 \u00eel duse la \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntarea lui. Acolo era adunat\u0103 pu\u021bin\u0103 lume ce nu p\u0103rea s\u0103-i duc\u0103 dorul, nu p\u0103rea s\u0103 simt\u0103 o mare pierdere. Teo era singurul care tr\u0103ia o tregedie. Co\u0219ciugul fu cobor\u00e2t cu dou\u0103 fr\u00e2nghii \u00een morm\u00e2nt \u0219i un m\u0103nunchi de floarea soarelului fu zv\u00e2rlit \u00een groap\u0103. C\u00e2nd florile izbiser\u0103 co\u0219ciugul se auzi un zgomot sec pe care sufletul lui Vincent \u00eel sim\u021bi precum un pumnal \u00eenfipt \u00een inim\u0103. Da, totul se terminase, totul se sf\u00e2r\u0219ise. Unde va merge, ce va face, c\u0103ci via\u021ba lui nu mai era dec\u00e2t un co\u0219ciug cu oase \u0219i c\u0103rnuri putrede? Nimic nu mai conta dec\u00e2t Adev\u0103rul ce se preg\u0103tea s\u0103-i fie dezv\u0103luit. C\u00e2te fapte inutile f\u0103cuse, c\u00e2te de\u0219ert\u0103ciuni, c\u00e2te groz\u0103vii! O, numai o minune mai putea s\u0103 \u00eencline balan\u021ba \u00een favoarea lui!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Dup\u0103 moartea sa Vincent ajunsese o celebritate, un gigant al picturii universale. Operele sale se afl\u0103 acum \u00een marile muzee, sunt prezente la marile licita\u021bi \u0219i se cer pe ele pre\u021buri exorbitante, sume colosale. \u00cen bibliotecile lumii, prin libr\u0103rii, prin universit\u0103\u021bi, picturile sale \u0219i via\u021ba sa sunt obiect de studiu, de reflec\u021bie. Numele s\u0103u e de acum pe buzele tuturor. Dar Vincent nu mai este. Unde o fi el? Oare tablourile sale au avut vreo greutate, au putut r\u0103sturna balan\u021ba? Oare respectul de care se bucur\u0103 acum mai are vreo importan\u021b\u0103 pentru el? Oare via\u021ba sa ce e citit\u0103 cu sete de boemii zilelor noastre a reu\u0219it s\u0103 \u00eencline balan\u021ba \u00eenspre lumin\u0103, \u00eenspre bucurie?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0 de Liviu \u0218tefan\u00a0Dunca Dup\u0103 ce stabili locul unde se afla inima \u00ee\u0219i fixase \u021beava pistolului \u0219i trase. Se auzi pocnitura, ecolul ei \u0219i Vincent c\u0103zu la p\u0103m\u00e2nt. Ciorile din lanul de gr\u00e2u, speriate de pocnitur\u0103, se risipir\u0103 haotic \u00een v\u0103zduh. Nu murise, pesemne nu nimerise bine. 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