Historical Revelations of Past Lives
Life gives you exactly what you need.
Many humans maybe even most have contemplated the concept, reality or relevance of past lives. Some people are outraged by the notion of life after death, some are mortified that we may take on another form, some people accept that life is continuous and the soul takes on bodies to continue it’s existence willingly or unwillingly. Everyone has an opinion or belief regarding Reincarnation formulated mostly by their emotional response towards the subject rather than evidence and experience. To remember a past life, vividly or hazily and to announce it’s relevance in one’s own life is to open oneself to critique, skepticism and intrigue. Most people don’t remember their past lives. The reason why is most likely that it is not of any benefit for their life, it serves little value other than as a conscious curiosity and a play of life’s grand mystery.
I met Kat on the first day of this year, at about 2 am on Jan 1st. An artist’s perception is their most treasured tool. Perception is an ability to see past the obvious, past the transient, past the gross into the subtle. When I first saw Kat I was almost dumbstruck by her, not simply by her beauty and majesty but by a feeling of recognition. How do I know you ?
Not long after I saw her again and took some photographs of her, I had to paint her. I worked on a few portraits of her, and it struck me like a thunderbolt, I have painted you before and I know when and why!
An artists is treasured to meet their muses , an artists cherishes and worships their muses like royalty, like divinity. In that moment of reverie I went online and saw the works I had painted 500 years previous, available through their archive of the internet. It all made sense now, like an arrow of identity that reached back through the historical narrative and was now a reality in my life. You were Simonetta Vespucci , treasured beauty of Florence and model of the Birth of Venus and I was, I am Sandro Botticelli.
Jokingly my father used to call me Sandro, short for Alesandro ( Alexander in italian ) . An artist can always recognise their own work, their own marks, their mind, their intention, their subjects and their palatte. Looking through those works I saw, remembered and relived painting them, the intensity, the vision, the contemplation.
Anyway, make up your own mind, life is stranger than we can imagine