Despite conveying the sense of lonliness, boredom and mind-numbing sameness that is often present on the outskirts of suburbian sprawl, I'm finding Leah Giberson's paintings earily appealing. I'm presuming their enticement is a result of just that - their ability to mirror the often peaceful yet static stillness of a sunday afternoon in an environment that seems to welcome only power lines, concrete and unfortunate architecture.
In the artist's own words, "She dreams of owning her own house someday, but for now she makes paintings of them and imagines what it's like to call these places, 'home. She suspects it's not always what it appears to be. By simlifying these everyday scenes, she allows the encroaching shadows and ackward scale or placement that already exist to tell a more poignant story".
In the artist's own words, "She dreams of owning her own house someday, but for now she makes paintings of them and imagines what it's like to call these places, 'home. She suspects it's not always what it appears to be. By simlifying these everyday scenes, she allows the encroaching shadows and ackward scale or placement that already exist to tell a more poignant story".
1 comment:
Thanks so much for the post. It's always a good feeling to hear that the work resonates with others.
Leah
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