Line and colour | Maria Moldovan
Line and colour ~ remembering influences upon my art.
We aim for things. Then life happens and we learn to go with the flow.
When I started my education in the high school of art my plan was to take graphic art as my main studio course. But there was no possibility for that at the moment so I ended up in the painting class. Colours and painting became my main course for the next 3 years until I finished high school. Colours and painting gained an important role in my art ever since then.
But my love affair with the line stretches through my canvases and on my ceramic surfaces as well. It's always there. Expands, trembles, splits and connects, shouts out in black charcoal, quietly crawls in white scratches. I never questioned why they pierce my colour patches. Their presence is obvious to me.
Then last summer a modest, small exhibition evoked the memory of my deep connection to the art of drawing and lines. I encountered some of the original graphics of Reich Károly. An amazing artist who filled so many children's books with his beautiful, creative drawings and graphics.
Standing in front of his works, watching them really closely, almost trying to step into them dawned on me that I grew up with these images, they enriched my evenings' ritual when my mother was reading from these books.
The lines were deeply engraved in my memories. Faces, hands, fantastic, funny creatures they all moved into my world and they quietly send a word sometimes, or maybe every time when I incorporate graphic elements into my paintings.
