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Regiane yuki sabanai presents
Barbara Hangan
Lisa Melisa
Emmanuel The One Loved By God
Occasionally, in moments of grace, painting becomes incantation. In
such a favored moment, the lavish spectacle of color gamut, hues, tint
drawings, semitones and fine writing may reveal an alternative world
which is no longer in propriety of the art of painting. In privileged instants
of the like, the figurative idiom is pervaded by some unfamiliar
languages, pulsing to fit different rhythms, and ruffled by unknown
effluvia. The paintings of Barbara pave the way towards such an
adventure, in an imaginary realm of eerie beauty. Separated from us by
sumptuous frames, spectacular artistry in themselves, unsettling
characters show up in ceremony and banquet halls, with the slow motion
of sepulchral butterflies. They seem to emerge from the innermost
depths of the waters that once were reflecting Narcissus, the magic
water which dissolved the mortal self to preserve just the mirror-face.
A similar fate seems to bond also the personages depicted by Barbara: they are also enchanted by their own splendor,
sparse in their own airiness; they are approaching us from the dreamy world, displaying their mirror-face, so that we could
recognize our own self in them. Thus, the faces become fairy tales with a meaning enciphered in the drawing calligraphy, in
the comeliness of gestures, in the ambiguity of expressions.
Hatschepsut
Landscape
Perhaps this is why the figures that Barbara is depicting bear that particular melancholic gaze which is so characteristic of
the “fin de siècle” zeitgeist, that peculiar aristocratic abandonment which may be just at times gracefully veiled by the shade
of a smile. Nightly glimpses and overwhelming gestures, shrouded in silk, velvet and lace, add further value to the
transparent skins...( Ramona Novicov)
Medeea
Nueva Fidelidad
Playing The Cello Waiting For You
Saho Wearing Burberry
The 99th Anniversary
The Girl With Water Lily Bosoms
The Night Before
Zara The Unfaithful
Zena
Death As a Forget Me Not Flower