The Wedding at Cana

Sig. Paolo, cheers. Should you require any attention, I believe you should give up on the false hopes. We tend to go fast through time, sometimes unnoticed, and the only hope is that we leave a signature that marks our visit not necessarily on Earth’s stone, but on man’s heart of stone. Once you become desperate enough, you would probably move on, and if you did not, recall why you wished for your so-called current freedom that bad.

From your painting standpoint, I find a metaphor that marks mankind’s sinning error. It is not that we tend to leave virtue for a picnic on a yin-yang land of fire and snow, but rather it is our nonsense machinery to look for a focus lens through others. We get unconsciously unguided, following the crowd, pleasing music tastes you and I find internally worthy of no audience, and with that, we become hollow, ignorant, and melancholic wanderers who are not sure about their own name.

Yet, I suggest we breathe: perhaps take a minute to realize that we have spent our virtue power on making others pursue a haven of success while we wait to see our own disastrous loss of self. Your painting loses against the crowd even if its shadows cover them all. Greatness for humans is not harnessed by meaning or thinking philosophy but by a magic show of who could inspire the audience, or I would say ‘fool’ them for materialistic causes.

I hate to make a symbolic statement about your great work but believe me, there is no wedding, and Cana is empty of human spirit. The wine masterpiece is a fake. The attendees are color. The shadows are hit by light. The miracle is a myth. The illusion is real. Turns out, there is no wedding, and Cana is empty of human spirit.

© Artwork: Zhiyong Jing