Vivid Memory of One Night Bliss
Cultivating My Own Flaws
Flaws are part and parcel of everything. Nature has them. and so do human beings. Artists, by being more sensitive and attuned to outward appearances, are very much preoccupied with finding flaws. But they do not seek flaws to denigrate: they seek them to correct and perhaps make those who have them more visually appealing. Flaws shouldn't be look at as something permanent. They should be starting points on our path to bettering ourselves. Artists in particular should consider flaws not as prison walls that confine, but as hurdles to jump over and leave behind. That is the essence of life - the struggle to attain perfection or something resembling it. Again, the swirling drips of paint can be seen as something other than what they are - they could be looked upon now as the flaws marring the faces. But then, it is these twirls and swirls of white and black paints that lend these painting its abstract expressionistic charm. Without them, the bravura and dynamism that are this painting's principal strength would be lost. We now come to the question of Adam Nacianceno's choice of palette. Why does he persist in his achromatic ways you may ask. Nacianceno said that white and black represent for him the two principal landmarks in a man's like - which is birth and death. In between these two, according to him, are the various shades of gray, which a creative and resourceful man could turn into a full spectrum of colors that would represent a life lived to its fullest potential.
Hunting My Faceless Reflection
Illusion of an Unfolded Dream
Illusion of an Unfolded Dream |
When we speak of dreams, we speak of illusions. We speak of hopes that have not come into fruition yet. There are pleasant dreams, and there are nightmares. It is the pleasant dreams, which are unfolded serenely during sleep, that we want to prolong. Here, Nacianceno speaks of abrupt awakening, of the sudden cessation of a pleasant dream, resulting in feelings of frustration and the strong desire to resume sleep to recapture that lost dream. That frustration is reflected in the raised eyebrow and glaring eye of the face in the painting. The drips and splashes of swirling paints, the smudges, and the blurring floral patterns hint of the turmoil a person deprived of his sweet dream is undergoing. The floral images here are all graphic patterns. They are not representations of natural flowers, and are all distinct or non-repeating. Doing that is not easy. But Nacianceno did that, facilely, proclaiming to all his heightened sense of design and rampant creativity. The very title of this painting, and all of his paintings for that matter, suggests Nacianceno's poetic leanings. His paintings are visual poems saying something without explicitly saying them.
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