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They say art is subjective but therein lies the problem; there is no subject. Sean Renard’s Icarus takes flight takes inspiration from the Greek myth but the abstract impressionistic style leads much to be desired in terms of interpretation. The all too similar gold tones of the supposed sun and of Icarus’ wings lead the viewer to the notion that the canvas is simply one bright yellow eyesore and not an interpretation of man’s hubris and freedom. The style would not have been a problem had the subject matter been more broad but even then, the brushstrokes remain sloppy in a way that is not a classical component of abstract impressionism but a slap in the face of actual artists who pour time and money into their craft. Overall, the piece is incredibly lackluster and is not worthy of the time of art connoisseurs.
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Most are familiar with the myth of Medusa in some capacity and it calls to mind images of injustice, fear, and a terrifying creature protecting herself from harm. None have captured this quite like Karen Page, a new and upcoming artist one should keep their eye on. Painted with oils on a traditional stretched canvas, Medusa is portrayed with all the terrible fury of a woman who has endured immeasurable tragedy. Emotion is evoked in her detailed rendering of the gorgon’s face, sparkling tears captured perfectly with titanium white and her outstretched dynamic pose sure to tug at the heart strings of any passerby. Miss Page’s style is reminiscent of the great renaissance painters of old and I do not doubt that we will be seeing much more of her future work
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A new artist has emerged on the scene, simply referring to themselves as “Hunter”. Their first exhibit, a simple piece entitled home, is nothing to look at. What I feel for it and the artists is akin to disdain and I should hope that they do not continue to reside in the world of fine art. Made of mixed media, the acrylic paint and acrylic yarn piece features the image of a white farmhouse against a background of dark tumultuous colours. One may draw whatever conclusions they like about the frankly mediocre and unassuming piece, but it is the artist themself who I wish to focus on. The shtick is similar to Banksy, another artist who I cannot praise for their work, and it is tiresome. An artist must be willing to stand behind their art and Hunter cannot do that by shielding their identity. Hiding behind a pseudonym and frankly boring artwork, I would not be upset if there were no more pieces by this unimaginative “artist”.