By the Gazelles of the Field
This new series of paintings is the outcome of a three-year-process, which started in Israel and continued in Berlin.
The upper point of view I’ve chosen for my earlier paintings, as well as the sky and the clusters of clouds allowed painting in an undefined space, a space that lacks a concrete location and is uncommitted to scale. And yet, they asked for explanation: A horizon – even if only imagined, a perspective – even if disrupted or deceiving.
Now that the background skies fall apart and are brought to the foreground, they become equal to the flat, colored shapes.
There are no signs of horizon, the surface might be all there is.
Sometimes, I see painting as unreal. At times, a promise of infinity, like the sky, other times, nothingness, like the sky.
It reciprocates a glance, never ending nor beginning.
Maya Gold
