There’s something about painting. You are the creator, the mixer of color. Right before you is a white blank page or a newly stretched cotton canvas. The opportunities are endless. But it’s not all about the end result. I suggest to you, to everyone to pick up a brush and begin to paint. Don’t think about talent, a subject or a composition. Just paint. Feel the brush moving through your fingers. After a moment, the real world fades away. Nothing exists other than you and your newly created world.
We spend so much of our lives trying to find ourselves. Trying to find what it is we are meant to be doing, trying to find the love of our lives, or simply just trying to find someone that understands. We forget the beauty of becoming lost, to begin a journey without even knowing the destination.
I’m happiest when I find myself covered with paint on my face, charcoal all over my clothes and glue all over my hands. It’s proof of movement, creation, and imagination. Whether or not I like what I’ve created by the time I’ve finished, it doesn’t matter, because for that amount of time, I was lost. I forgot who I was, what I had to deal with, how much pain I’ve gone through. There’s nothing there but my work and I.
In art works of Kal Gajoum you can feel warmth and energy, which is often overlooked by contemporary artists. His paintings are both modern and traditional, powerful and delicate, complex and simple. Kal Gajoum is a real colorist whose works fill the room with light. And, it’s probably not just because the artist is well mastered the technique of painting. He really loves his job – and each work radiates this love. And vivid scenes of street life filled with red umbrellas have become a hallmark of the artist.
‘October’ by Leslie Ann O’Dell
Nancy Munford. Surface Tension. I’ll suck my tongue in rememberance of you, 2011.
Probably one of my favorite artists of all times
Paintings by Fukaumi Takenori.