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Enigmas revealed by "My Path". The word of a master

Enigmas revealed by "My Path". The word of a master

By Agron Gjekmarkaj 

In every walk in nature one gets much more than one asks for. In Lezha, it has fortunately influenced the man more than he has influenced him. Between the mountain and the sea, the plain of the lagoons, the blazing summer sunsets or the winter storms, each individual in his own way speaks the language of nature and history. The painters with the most superior talents, where and where more. Pashk Përvathi has done it with hundreds of works on canvas, recently also with memories according to the "My Path" topos. The latter (history) with two thousand years of Christianity, the old churches with frescoes scattered here and there on the hills and bastinas as watchmen and torches still speak to the people and the country.
The beginning of the resistance against the Ottomans with the "connection" of March 2, 1444 or the nostalgia given by that land which wrapped the hero of the Amza Gjergj Kastriotin-Skenderbeu in the eternal mystery in January 1468, in that column as well as the "Council of Arbni" , the "Seminary of Troshan", the great Father Gjergj FISHTA, the extraordinary Ndre Mjeda, the Friar of memories Father Zef Pllumi, the Castle above the city and many others, appear as a lighthouse in the wide sea to anchor in the port of freedom, identity and civilization . What is art? There are endless definitions for it! Among many eyes it is said "illusion of freedom". This illusion was probably cast over the sky of Lezha, making children unconsciously dream of poetry or painting, and us adults spreading its illusory seed everywhere in Albania. Year after year Preç Zogaj, Pashk Përvathi, Rudolf Marku, Nikolin Ivanaj, Ndoc Gjetja, Agustin Shyti, Marash Mirashi, Ymer Metalia, Tonin Çobani, Mikel Paluca, Martin Luca, Alban Bala, Frano Kulli, Salvador Gjeçaj, Kujtim Dashi and Paulin Zefi who still lives the story, and many, many others.
I see Lezha poets and painters together because painting is silent poetry and poetry is painting that speaks.
It would have been easier for me to start this note on the fifth book with the memories of Pashk Përvath, with the usual styles as it happens in these cases, but I felt it impossible because all these indications, traces and high marks mentioned have their own part besides talent of work, school and persistence in the realization of the public self-portrait of the great master we all know.
If someone asks me how the painter Pashk Përvathi wrote the book of life, I immediately have the answer. It's beautiful, it excites you, you remain yourself in it.
There is the story of everyone who has fought centimeter by centimeter to dominate the circumstances, to fulfill himself, of the boy from Manatia who first seeks opportunities to release his talent which gives him fame and the taste of beauty.
At first the name is given by the parents, then you become the parent of your name. There I find the history of the personalities I wrote above! There I find my story where we share the power to smile at life beyond a dry system, the poverty of the suburbs.
Pashk Përvathi has painted for all of us and in his memories he tells us how he did it from a young age until today. He dreamed of painting and now he paints his dream. Today he appears, uniquely, as the poet of the landscape, cataloging the geography of Shiperia in relation to the people of many countries of the world.
He has honored me by making me a part of his memories as he has done with many others whom life has included in the combinations of human communication from Father Zef Pllumi to Ismail Kadare, to Sali Berisha and Edi Rama and other highlights of the universe of big.
In "his path" one day I suddenly entered and we both left for Shkoder to the Franciscan Assembly from where we returned with the now historical portrait of Father Zef Plum and the memory of an unforgettable conversation between Friar and Ismail Kadare, as a concentrate centuries and prognosis for those to come. Later, the portrait of Father Gjergj Fishta emerged from that scent of incense and sounds of the lute.
In conclusion, "my path, ours" of dozens of boys and girls of Lezha and Albania, that "they are few, big enough to change the course of history. But any of us can change a small part of things, and most of all these actions, the history of this generation will be written". Easter has done it and is doing it! The road continues. All lead to beauty!

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