From an utterly unfettered life style
She extracts in wildly wayward idiom
These images in which she fuses
Her belief in mystical power
With the world she sees around her.
Wholly faithful to her intuition,
Arcane arabesque vernacular and each
One yoked to the inescapably profane,
Not directly purposeful as symbols or metaphors,
But casually recognizable.
But yet in a surrealistic language,
A world turned outside in, topsy turvy
And satisfyingly hard to penetrate..
Many of her paintings are like fragments, remains
Of bodies well-nigh devoured with lust, which in an elegant,
Fresly composed form attest to the eroticism of the feast.
They are moreover the maps, the steps, the soul
Of the Tango, which she herself loves to dance.
Red is the basic colour,
The instantaneous signifier of passion,
Its baroque provocative character
Rendered in expressionistic mode.
Through an innovation
On the surrealistic fundament, dream and discombobulated reality, in which love stands central
High-heeled, harsh, flaring and dying, stripped of trivial artistic trappings, her work becomes accessible and never lets you escape, you are caught up in a torrent of emotionally charged movement, from witch there is little refuge excepting perhaps the dream of Opium, The angel floating on incense, the seedy mask of Madonna, and enjoyment as it is rendered.
This mode of communication is the sharp antithesis of a technologically flawless world of talking robots and machines whose blood runs cold, in pursuit of speed and purpose..
Exploring her work you take the time to probe it to the depths of your soul, with passion and relentless pugnacity these works are forged, until they emerge from a critical detour to assume their rightful place on the wall.
A sanctification in the dance of Satyrs and song of the Sirens, a story from the Tarot cards, the sugar coated kiss of a Mexican Madonna , scorched air wafting from the razor sharp heels of a dancing woman.. in a word, art created honestly and from inside out.
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