The beauty of the symmetry and embellishments on Roman architecture is a continual romantic inspiration for me. The eternal city is a living museum of the times when aesthetic pleasure was highly prized, and this is clearly evident in all architecture, public fountains and city planning.
When I walked the streets of Rome stopping to marvel at so much beauty and sigh thankfully for my eyesight, I couldn’t help but think of how many other souls had stood in the exact place over the centuries, with their own lives and thoughts and hopes and dreams. How many coins have ended up in the Trevi fountain and how many proposals, epiphanies and victories have been celebrated? Closer to my heart, I think about how many artists have made the pilgrimage to this brazen beacon of classical artistic display in order to seek inspiration, learning from the masters and even searching for who they are as an artist intrinsically.
Walking the streets trying to find my own oracle of art inspiration, I found myself mostly looking up, craning my neck to see the turrets at the end of the vanishing columns. Looking up… to God, or the gods? That is certainly one theory about how the churches shaped this society.
It hardly seems possible that man could create such astounding creations of mathematical poetry. It feels like the gods truly were at the right hands of the crafter during the times of Roman prosperity. This right hand god was once known as the genius; the link between man and source that allows divine co-creation.
Now we are in a time where we do not need a middle man as the god is, and always has been, within. How you choose to express that divinity is what makes you human.