I never used to consider myself “girly”. I eschewed all things pink and floral and feminine, prefering sleek, stark lines and black. Flowers, and especially pink, only snuck into my life if it was gifted by friends or family.
Recently however, I have found myself more and more attracted to these so-called “feminine” colours and objects. I’m on the verge of purchasing a dusty pink french linen quilt cover. I was given a string of pink pearls and I LIKED THEM. Art I would have normally turned my nose up at now excites me. I want it on my walls, in my life, in my posession.
Especially the art of Carmelo Blandino. He paints flowers. ALL of the flowers. His paintings are not staid, boring still-lifes, but images filled with colour and movement and vibrancy. They speak to me with their layers of colour and movement in the strokes. Blandino once painted beautifully detailed paintings of flowers with oils and using his right hand. In a bid to erase the past and to re-develop himself as an artist, he decided to use acrylics, a palette knife and his left hand. The new style creates a messier, yet more emotional artwork. As Blandino states on his website,
“I release the weight of the past to step into the lightness of the present.”