Approaching The End Of Magic, The Plateau Closes in
Curated By Soorena Petgar
She looks at these pictures, all these women look familiar to her, they all
used to play in the same garden, they used to handpick apples and
grapes from its trees, in that pasted .me they were more relaxed, more
in mate and more passionate. Not much can be found in new photos;
even colors of that me, those yellows and browns have not spread over
to our me.
The painter chooses a subject that he/she is preoccupied with. It is as if
you only can talk about things you are already preoccupied with. It is
important what you are preoccupied with or how you are picturing it.
She looks at these pictures, it doesn't make a difference whether she
sees women or men, she thinks to herself if there is any difference it is
only subconscious. She thinks to herself, these are realies she
manipulates; she adds surrealisc elements to them for example. And
then in her subconscious, these images signify a thing or two. Isn't this
You don't need magic to be able to see a tree as red and paint it as red.
You are the painter and the final decision is yours. If there is magic, the
painting is the magic itself; you can interpret light to colors and spots,
and it is you who will decide whether someone will be imprisoned in
your frame; this is a sort of freedom aer all. He looks at these pictures,
he takes himself responsible, he is preoccupied about where he stands,
even about what responsibility is. And this is nothing to do with painting
or being a painter.
This is something that relates to life; to being alive, to how one lives his
life, where he stands. Are you standing in the right place? All sorts of
things come to vision in perspective, but which one comes to your eye?
And how are you seeing them? And how you want others to see them?
Soorena Petgar, October 2019