by Isabel del Rio
A person is the sum of a map of people. At the beginning we are a white canvas, usually the first color is painted by our mother using the brush of her own mum. Different relatives, teachers, friends, unfriends, neighbors, burglars of souls or nurses of broken hopes will include new shapes and colors…, and one incomplete day, we will feel tired of so many layers of strange paint: ‘My back is breaking’, someone will claim. ‘I need help’, some others will shout.
I still remember that day, ‘Where I am supposed to go?!’, when I ran away with my little bag, looking for my personal canvas and rejecting the bizarre one which other hands had painted. ‘I was born this way’ but I forgot the flowers around me and now, I must forget the silly rules of the grey school: ‘No one told me about her’.
Fauves=wild beasts, ‘Ridiculous anger’, they called to those painters who felt the subjective intensity of colors at the beginning of the 20th century. Today, a hundred years later, we need sometimes their strength to paint our own self-portrait, to make the difference with other portraits but to learn of them too and, like in a clean mirror, to project our
new image full of past memories and opened to the future: ‘I never meant to upset you’.
Penelope Przekop is an emerging artist able of creating interior worlds where everybody can see its eyes… and smiles.
Her work has been shown in New York City, Philadelphia, California, and Italy, including an exhibition focusing on Human Rights sponsored by Amnesty International.
Art Site: http://www.penelopeprzekop.com/