I feel totally alive when I see how my culture is being presented beautifully out there in the art world. Haitian art is indeed unique and fashionably colorful. The paintings tells a story without words, all you need to do is stare with appreciation at the play of colors. The mood says it all, the landscapes and the settings take you back in time. I simply don't glance when I look at art, I take my time to analyze and try to get in the artist's mind. What made him stroke his passion on an empty canvas?
What inspired him to create a place he has never been before? Unless he imagined it in his dreams. What makes him look at a woman and bless her with golden wings?
Painters like writers are free spirits, they walk the earth with one foot on the ground while the other foot kiss the clouds. What does it mean? Only that their heart is fragile, they are always floating on cloud 9, not jumping out of their skins like the rest of society. Their seduction with life is deeply wrapped inside their pores like a tropical fragrance. Lost in the moment, they think of nothing else.
Haitian painters to me are under-appreciated, many are not recognized for their ability to bring out a sigh of climax in their brush work. Flirtatiously stabbing our eyes with their individuality and not one art work is created equal. Not one color will give you the beginning of a scene without another color telling you how it ends.
Making love with vivid colors using sensibility in abundance is truely a discovery that nourishes the spirit. It's meticulously sketching a character, building layers and layers with exquisite details laced with geography. Haitian painters are philosophers with creative expressions, they keep in mind that they are meant to feed us with symbolism, show us emotions, ignite desires behind their actions. They are great performers but most shall remain nameless unless we pay attention.
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