Evey Jones’ monotypes are printed on delicate pieces of silk and on gorgeous, creamy paper. She successfully captures the momentary play of light and shadow over objects inside archetypal empty rooms.

Shirts of My Father by Evey Jones

Homescapes is the umbrella term that she uses to describe these pieces in which certain areas of the silk are saturated with solid black ink while others are left intact. The graphic intensity of these images eloquently conveys the core subject matter of Jones’ work: the almost unbearable burden of the absence of loved ones left to rest on the shoulders of those who still remain.

Each one of the pieces is slightly different. Some are somber and impervious to the outside world and others are flanked by balconies or windows that seem to offer an escape route to a better future. The empty chairs sometimes stand alone while, in some cases, a group of them seem to engage in melancholic recollection of people long gone. In any case, Jones accomplishes getting across a powerful message with only a whisper, a sigh that reaches the heart like a quiet yet lethal dart.

In Winged Figures, birds and angelic figures visit our consciousness perhaps trying to convey messages or propitiate a change. The common element are the wings as indicators of  a magical, prophetic presence. With their ability to fly these figures seem to do more than just move through space: they move through time and into the past to nest in our memories.

To view available artwork by Evey Jones visit:

http://www.arthaus66.com/online-art-gallery/evey-jones/

http://www.arthaus66.com/online-art-gallery/evey-jones/

Do you have questions about the artwork featured on the website? In that case don’t hesitate to contact us at clarimon@arthaus66.com or by calling 505-830-9653 Mon – Fri, 9 – 5 pm.

Susana Murias has continued to explore the very essence of what reminiscing means…With a keen and unusual sensibility, she brings forth the smallest of memories and captures them on paper or canvas…She is a collector of memories…an indefatigable explorer of the faint landscapes of the mind. She pieces together the most delicate of details found in the dusty corners of a mind in constant siege by modern technology…Her memories are those brought about by the scent of  lovingly stored baby clothes, the interior views of modest houses,  children’s chalk drawings on a concrete playground…Quiet, discreet, minimalist recollections of a modern city dweller with a nostalgic mood that permeates every line, every shape…

http://www.arthaus66.com/online-art-gallery/susana-murias/

It’s a bit early in the season in these parts, but Spring came shipped by air from a very far away place… A Mechanical Rose emerged from a bundle sent by Javier Albar…A gorgeous, intricate new piece that speaks of his own development as an artist…

There are other images included in this group that merit mention as well…All are masterfully crafted and uniquely Albar…The style and sure hand of this master printer inequivocally shows in his artwork…

Enjoy and do consider that only a few (sometimes as few as 4) of each one are printed…His editions are often quite small and sought after…

http://www.arthaus66.com/online-art-gallery/javier-albar/

On Thursday, January 21st those lucky enough to be in Madrid will have the chance to visit Brita Prinz Gallery to view some of Juan Pablo Villalpando’s newest work.

What a pleasant experience it is to rest your eyes on these drawings, composed with exceptional honesty and simplicity. The lines are concise and the colors few, well chosen…Houses, short and clear…Legs, static and strangely furry…Man or animal?

The images prompt many associations and leave no mind-stone unturned. Follow them where they may take you…

http://www.arthaus66.com/online-art-gallery/juan-pablo-villalpando/

Exposicion en el Centro Cultural El Carmen en Murcia.

Sin espejos donde mirarse cree ser igual que otros a los que mira. Si esta delante de un hombre de su tribu se imagina a si mismo con los rasgos angulosos; si se encara con una mujer, traslada a su físico la curva de sus pechos. Sin espejos donde mirarse ignora los rasgos de su ser biológico. Sin espejos donde mirarse, solo siente.

Decidió que todos éramos uno y dibujó una cabeza, un perfil plano. Un modelo casi universal sin sexo, ni raza, ni edad. Ningún signo identificativo, solo el perfil esquematizado de la raza humana. Para hacerla aún más impersonal, la pintó de colores que no recordaban el tono de la piel. El resultado fue una silueta que no decía nada; una caja aún vacía.

Las colgó en la pared del dormitorio. Treinta cabezas azules, verdes, grises…….mirando a la derecha, a la izquierda, boca abajo. El siguiente paso era evidente: se hizo coleccionista de historias. Tardó pocos días en reunir un buen número de vivencias y sensaciones. Encima de la mesa estaban el amor y el deseo, corazones soñadores, solitarios, pájaros libres, personas perdidas, los que esperan y desesperan.

Los unió con las treinta cabezas y consiguió historias inconclusas. Historias que, como los icebergs, muestran solo una parte de lo que son. Apagó la luz y se quedó profundamente dormido. Sabía que los relatos se completarían con tu mirada.

Begoña L. Limia

To purchase artwork by Moises Yagues visit http://www.arthaus66.com/online-art-gallery/moises-yagues/