black swan.jpg (2018) Painting by Eliza Matica
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Original Artwork
Painting,
Oil
on Canvas
- Dimensions Height 38.2in, Width 34.3in
- Categories Paintings under $5,000 Classicism
Brigit Pegeen Kelly
I told the boy I found him under a bush.
What was the harm? I told him he was sleeping
And that a black swan slept beside him,
The swan’s feathers hot, the scent of the hot feathers
And of the bush’s hot white flowers
As rank and sweet as the stewed milk of a goat.
The bush was in a strange garden, a place
So old it seemed to exist outside of time.
In one spot, great stone steps leading nowhere.
In another, statues of horsemen posting giant stone horses
Along a high wall. And here, were triangular beds
Of flowers flush with red flowers. And there,
Circular beds flush with white. And in every bush
And bed flew small birds and the cries of small birds.
I told the boy I looked for him a long time
And when I found him I watched him sleeping,
His arm around the swan’s moist neck,
The swan’s head tucked fast behind the boy’s back,
The feathered breast and the bare breast breathing as one,
And then very swiftly and without making a sound,
So that I would not wake the sleeping bird,
I picked the boy up and slipped him into my belly,
The way one might slip something stolen
Into a purse. And brought him here….
And so it was. And so it was. A child with skin
So white it was not like the skin of a boy at all,
But like the skin of a newborn rabbit, or like the skin
Of a lily, pulseless and thin. And a giant bird
With burning feathers. And beyond them both
A pond of incredible blackness, overarched
With ancient trees and patterned with shifting shades,
The small wind in the branches making a sound
Like the knocking of a thousand wooden bells….
Things of such beauty. But still I might
Have forgotten, had not the boy, who stands now
To my waist, his hair a cap of shining feathers,
Come to me today weeping because some older boys
Had taunted him and torn his new coat,
Had he not, when I bent my head to his head,
Said softly, but with great anger, “I wish I had never
Been born. I wish I were back under the bush,”
Which made the old garden rise up again,
Shadowed and more strange. Small birds
Running fast and the grapple of chill coming on.
There was the pond, half-circled with trees. And there
The flowerless bush. But there was no swan.
There was no black swan. And beneath
The sound of the wind, I could hear, dark and low,
The giant stone hooves of the horses,
Striking and striking the hardening ground.
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Born. Education. Master in philosophy. Back to school. Master in Psychology. Work. Psychotherapist. Painter. We will see...
2018-2019 Postwar Abstract Painting MoMA New York,New York, United States
2001-2005 Master Degree in Psychology Bucharest, Romania
1994-1999 Master Degree Philosophy Bucharest, Romania
All my paintings have in common a mental reality, not a physical one.
I am against painting that is based only on observation and theory, painting as if done by robot, painting that has the safety net of theories in painting.
I want to explain what and how I paint, I will define it as a relationship between a mode of observation (internal and external) and a way of expressing it. This is the answer for which some works need to express the idea of figurative, others go to abstract or symbols and each one needs a different way to be realized.
I do not paint a landscape, idea, theme, in an established pictorial way, I do not follow the theories and clearly established criteria. Depending on the psychological state of what I want to express, then I use one of many modes of expression in painting.
In painting you can use color and size not only according to the physical reality, but also according to the mental reality. I am convinced that everyone had the surprise to find and find in places that have a different outline and other physical and emotional dimensions. After a while, longer or shorter, the fountain from which the water once drank changed its size.
I do not paint with the same emotion, but under an emotional complex, this is why some works are intuitive, others are strongly rationalized.
In each paper I had to tolerate the uncertainty, not knowing where the idea goes, to change the way the subject is played. There were quick endings, but there were also roads that closed and I had to resume and investigate what I want and I like the search.
I tried to formulate what happens when I stand in front of a canvas, without exposing all the "cognitive maneuvers", the interpretation is left to those who regard, the benefit is both.
This is what those who have already started digesting my paintings from the three years since I woke up in painting know this.
So let's see outside what is not foreign to us inside!
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Nationality:
ROMANIA
- Date of birth : 1974
- Artistic domains: Works by artists with a certified artist value,
- Groups: Certified Artists Romanian Contemporary Artists
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