"A painting should be composed like a symphony and shall be perceived as a symphony of the senses and the colours."
On. The music player turns on. The white, extended and tense canvases are ready in their wooden racks. The finger slides on the touch screen and stops at an icon. Play. The music from the MP3 player sounds and the sonorous journey, curled up in the artist's headphones, begins. The rhythms flow through the colour palette of Ewa Oko?owicz, a Mediterranean Pole, who has been residing in Valencia for nine years and who never ceases in her artistic efforts to create and to paint new worlds and realities.
Light enters through the open window of a small studio populated by blank canvases with a thirst for adventure and art. Future paintings around the interior add to the musical labyrinths of this creative and intuitive artist. Sight and sound promise loyalty in an intimate ceremony. The artistic ritual begins its journey in the present continuum.
The sounds and melodies suggest shapes, lines, colours, spaces, abstract distances and closeness. All prompts, treble, bass, the voice that flows and sings urges a moulding illusions. The baton, turned into a brush, covered with a palette of oils to draw out and develop these feelings as they vibrate. On the canvas, the mirror of a smooth and cold mist, the colours undress and stretch between intervals, chords and musical tones. The colours look for each other, expand, become entangled, embrace, hide and run away.
The music of Miles Davis, Jimi Hendrix, PJ Harvey, Szabó and Garbarek dream into Ewa Okolowica's painting, crossing forests of air, fire, water and earth. The seasons pass over the trees. Autumn shadows and winter fogs light up with every brushstroke of wind and rain. Then the first greenness of soft and lukewarm light, next to one of celebrated summertime, sketch symphonic horizons of burning clarity. The pictorial composition emerges in time to the songs and melodies trapped in the living memory of a stave.
The painting dances barefoot, flushed with scales and shades, to become amongst others Quiet Nights, Kind of Blue, Smell Memory, Bacchanal, Red wind, Old Devil Moon, White chalk, Summertime... Soundscapes of rhythm, colour and harmony, within which the artist investigates and reflects on the relationship between music and painting through the experience of art.
The hand rests the adventure and ceases its efforts. The brushes sleep in their colourless watertight pots of turpentine. The palette paddles and plays in its rainbow of harmonious oils. The painting take a rest. Off.
The painting awakes and dressed in thermic and chromatic sensations. Cold, heat, tremor, dryness, humidity, sadness, desire, anger, joy, serenity... Just lifted from its pillow of dreams it prepares to be seen by the looks restless. Ready to be contemplated, experienced, enjoyed as a symphony of senses and colours.