It happens in a magical way, self-evidently, almost before you know it. The hand and the mind automatically cooperate. Then colored birds are trapped in ceilings, horses interrupt the borders of a paper, fabrics arrange the canvas of a dream. It is difficult to explain with logic. It seems that in this particular case creativity refuses a formal classification. Frenzy of questions and overlapping answers transform into new questions. These are glimpses of an undercurrent that mysteriously unites things in a whirlpool of life’s fascination, or else in transcriptions of rhythms on paper, in fabrics, in clothes. Alternatively, the artistic process may follow the reverse course.
Anna Spartali
Artist/ Writer
