Rosario Glezmir

The territories painted by me are those inhabited by my soul. Some seem to even maintain that characteristic wetness of fresh paint, whereas others, in their dryness, appear to crumble if touched by the light. They are plentiful in sands, dusts, paint veiling, gold leaf and other reliefs both natural and artificial: those that are spread on the canvas with the intent to add texture and others that seem to form themselves as if by chance, by the mix of materials or by the creative emotion that me, as artist, experience.

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The process to infuse the painting with texture speaks of my need  to extend and

materialize my deepest hidden emotion, to bring out and expose my  intimate feelings. It is a

conglomerate of pictorial fields replete with matter, matter which will be ultimately removed or altered by different means: ripping, scraping or unveiling the upper layers that cover the core,

with the intent to find myself… to find my purest and untouched essence by means of emotional

dissection of my being, and at the same time leaving my spirit exposed and out in the open.

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It is worth mentioning that a source of my inspiration in my creations comes from the decay

inflicted by the ravages of time on façades and walls of old buildings. There I find my notable

aesthetic of surfaces that are cracked, worn, open, rusty, discolored, aged, as only through them,

layer by layer, I acknowledge who I truly am.

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In other words, through the density and volume of my works, I make of my world one

fertile for rebirth and, in the process, to rid of old sediment that prevented me from emerging into

light, color, line and brush stroke.

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The soil from which my compositions nourish is therefore sown with rich color, an abandon in the

European sense, an exuberance of geographies as well as multiple chromatic effects. My pieces

are inviting to the touch, to feel their roughness, their harshness, dampness, climes and

temperatures, wetness, as well as its lit and darkened surfaces.

My  art undoubtedly verses on the authentic expressionism of my ethereal being, which

transforms itself in a creature of freedom that removes its dense, heavy veils to the finest and most ethereal. The visual force of my palette, its deep lines and gestures attest to it.