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Every
time I have seen in Georgeta Grabovschi a
painter determined to reach perfection. It is a
mission most likely never to be accomplished,
but the simple fact that you are walking on this
road is relevant, it means almost everything; it
means she knows to make that connection, so rare
to be found, between the painter and the
model.It is not an easy road, but one for which
each exhibition means a Some time ago, I sow a
very nice series of paintings with women
dancers. It was motion, it was whirling, there
were dresses evaporating in the atmosphere,
there were wonderful things.This time, we are in
another area. It is not about women dancers
anymore, it is about the music these characters
are generating. We are looking at a painting for
which I find a match, though vaguely, in the
mean time very interesting, with a lot of
similarities, in the Lionel Feilinger’s
painting, an artist for which the surfaces were
like ice crystals, everything sparkling on them.
I notice quite the same thing in these paintings
that have, in the same time, transparency and
consistency, they have color, a color that is
always melted by the silver atmosphere
surrounding them and, strangely, they have an
uncommon force. As the music we see, is the
music we feel being performed, we feel it
somewhere, being released from a torment, from a
weariness, I would say from the struggle of
those behind the painting, behind the image we
see first and then we discover its profoundness.
Radu
Ionescu (Critic of fine arts) |
