Katerina Belkina and inhabiting space

Capital Cultural, Mai 21, 2015

 

The universe, if we were to define it, would be the world in its entirety, boundless in time and space, infinitely varied in terms of the forms that matter takes in the process of its development. Starting from here, I will now bring to the fore, through a hypothetical zoom, the universe of an artist. We find, again, the idea of boundlessness in time and space, infinite variety in the forms that art takes in the process of its development. Creation, therefore, again creation means unlimited.
There is, however, a fine outline that unites, as in a womb, all the births of an artist, a thread that connects them, sometimes vaguely, sometimes phosphorescent, to each other, an imprint thread, whether it is the curved, vibrant trace from the works of Van Gogh, whether it is the tumultuous lyricism of Rachmaninov's music, or the black and white of Cartier Bresson's photojournalism. But this time I looked at a visual artist who leaves a well-defined mark in all his works. It's about Katerina Belkina, who deftly manages to mix the newest photo editing techniques with the old ones from painting or drawing. Born in the south of Russia, in a city called Samara, Belkina managed to establish herself in the world of visual art at an international level, winning numerous awards, currently living in Berlin.
Katerina Belkina places at the center of her creative universe a female character as realistic as it is fantastic. The milky atmosphere softens the contrast between the metallic background of the urban and the warmth of the living, feminine element. The link between the two worlds (city-man) is always felt, the glassy blue of the environment emerging as if in looks, in the glow of the skin or...in the colors of the fabrics...
The glass architecture is the background of a cosmos inhabited by translucent beings who look at you insistently, almost dramatically, the meeting point being, predominantly, a space of dynamics, either a car, or the benches of a subway, or the streets.
"I always believed in miracles and saw myself as a fairy surrounded by museums and art books."
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