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New Abstracts
We are proud to present two new large abstract pieces from Pietro Adamo.
Both pieces are currently available.For more information contact Erica Adamo.
-Pietro Adamo Gallery
Mon Basquiat
Was he consumed by his demons, this Raphael of the Twentieth century? Or perhaps the 21st.? He was ahead by a century , to coin the Hip. The tragedy of his brief life is exceeded only by the triumph of his brief life as an important artist. A liberating, forever young master for the ages whose influence is so evident today, decades after his passing. We are just now beginning to figure him out- not that we ever will completely. My humble homage is quiet rather than loud. Subtle rather than in your face. Somewhere in his brief existence he may have enjoyed a moment like this.
For more information contact Erica Adamo.
Oratory
I sometimes visit Montreal for the purpose of meetings or appointments regarding my work. They often last a couple of hours or so. On this occasion, I was pleased to personally deliver a piece to a client in Westmount, no too far from one of my favourite places in the city, L'Oratoire S. Joseph.
Erica and I have made it a point to stop, however briefly, and enjoy the peace and quiet within the dome.
There are always people, of all creeds and races; religious or simply curious. Candles being lit, prayers being said, or simply; life being contemplated.
It is a special place, the Oratory. Gratitude seems to inhabit the dome. On this occasion, the feeling accompanied me to my studio.
Post-Matrix Series: "Oratory", 60x84, acrylic on canvas
"The One That Got Away"
The process that leads to an image is much the same as the journey and the destination. The struggle that is ART does not accept the benign futility that is the hallmark of the formulaic. It demands its pound of flesh. It requires a measure of courage.
The final image does not necessarily reveal all of the shining moments of triumph and despair in the creative process. Every painter has heard the mantra: "Make it pretty, make it look this way, make it in my colours" ( I have come across many people who do not want to "think"...they wish not to ponder the piece.) So what's the living for, then?
Which brings me to the piece: "The One That Got Away" . Some dude on a bike with a 'Stang in the background. Is that a leather bomber? Is that a landscape in the background? Is the bike in the grass? Is it taken from one of his movies? Do I know this guy? Are those little pictures of him over and over again? Why are there drips? Is it finished? Can I take a pic with my phone?
Are we there yet???
You get my drift.
"The One That Got Away", 40x48 acrylic on wood
Key to the 6ix
He patiently awaits the dramatic free throw from the sideline. He wouldn't have to be here. Watching a basketball game. It's minus 10 outside. He could be anywhere. Those legendary good deeds out of the studio are the stuff of urban lore. We watched him grow up before our very eyes on the seemingly immortal DeGrassi. His art will continue to be the source of inspiration for upcoming generations.
I enjoy his music as many of us do. But like all good art, it sometimes can be polarizing. I suppose I can be forgiven for rooting for someone who represents T.O. so well, with absolute conviction. The defiant confidence in his pose speaks of a city that has come of age in part due to his efforts.
Hogtown, The Big Smoke, T.O., have all become synonymous with The Six.
"Key to the Six" 40X48 acrylic on wood panel, Contact Erica for more information.
Speed Demon
I don't think there is one particular role played by Steve McQueen which embodied all of his work, or his total persona. Enigmatic has been used to describe him. I beg to differ. Papillon became Steve McQueen, as did Bullitt, as did The Great Escape, as did Thomas Crown, as did the Magnificent Seven. It was always he who devoured the screen. Like any great portraitist, there was no escaping his own likeness in all of his portrayals. His art mirrored his life. Fast, minimal. Who wouldn't have wanted to have been McQueen for a day?
The wound-up time bomb of a perfect balance between tension and cool. Unassuming. The benevolent devil if you will.
The Demon of Speed.
48x40, Coast Gallery, Laguna Beach California
New Year, New Works
We're proud to present Pietro Adamo's newest abstracts for 2018. For more information please contact Erica Adamo.
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Palm Springs Fade
In the piece "Palm Springs Fade", the panel has definitely come under some weathering. The nostalgic colour is reminiscent of a once fresh decade in Palm Springs which has since faded. Apparently she was discovered there, at the Racquet Club. As memories fade, they sometimes become gentler, quieter, kinder-more beautiful. Time is the great enemy-or is it the greatest of friends? In life, as in wine; aging is a privilege. So surround your memories with hearts, and if you are lucky enough to always remember, then do so, as often as you can. As the memories fade, tune in to the newly refined colours. They weren't there in the first place.
They're here now.
"Illuminated Manuscript: That's Me in the Corner"
"Illuminated Manuscript: That's Me in the Corner" 56x46 acrylic on panel 2017
Many thanks to Norman for commissioning this piece. The art journey continues to surprise and delight. I have had the privilege of meeting many persons from all walks of life sharing in their love of art. It is always a labour of love.
Thanks once again to the staff of Select Art Galleries in Newmarket.
Ciao, Norman, Mille Grazie!
Alla Prossima,
Pietro
Commute
The legendary traffic that is now part of Toronto lore ( I'm being kind here) is something I was happy to avoid by being located in the satellite town of Kleinburg (a "burb" by any other name...). Lately, we have been making the trip into the downtown core as often as possible to visit our grandson who thinks he's six months old, but is only six weeks old. New grandparents understand the allure, or perhaps the addiction. Nothing can stop you from getting your fix. So you tolerate the congested roadways, and chalk up an hour and 19 minutes as a new record time. No problem. The little guy is worth it!
I never know where inspiration comes from for my painting, but it is evident in the two pieces presented here that in the Commute, the return journey is somewhat less frantic than the journey to get there. The tapestry-like pieces are an indication of the fragmented nature of the city. It should not, but somehow does, hold together. The blurred geometry passes by one's eyes as one concentrates on the drive ahead. On a streetcar or bus, the experience is different, but the same frenetic pace is clearly evident. Toronto, my place of birth, and the city where my children choose to live. My home. I will not use this blog to eschew all of the good that there is in this city- that goes without saying but allow me if I may:
World class, my ass. (It was hard to resist this little rhyme, so please forgive me)
World class only to real estate agents. I will only give one example here as to why it is not world class as it pertains to art.
Frank Gehry, a Toronto son, a world-renowned architect has pure examples of his vision all over the truly world-class cities on this planet where they let his vision become reality. Unhinged. Without reservation. His architecture is sometimes the sole reason to visit a city. The structures have become attractions. They can bring the world to your door.
In T.O., they allowed him a piece of the action in the Art Gallery of Ontario redesign. A little bit of Gehry yes, but not the whole thing- that would be too much! Frank, here's the cash, but we'll tie your hands and blindfold you- now g'head....
It takes time to go from Wonderbread to Ciabatta and Naan. Acquired tastes. It appears to some, because of our multicultural mosaic, that we are already there, and that we are open to almost anything. We are getting there, but we are not there yet. The ingredients are there, but like a good minestrone, they must simmer, and that takes time.
A little bit of Gehry will have to suffice for now. In the meantime, enjoy the commute as there is much to see.