Dina Suliman
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Masqueraderie reigns. No image could rightfully claim its capture. Its dominance could only be fully sensed in the flesh. And for more than a long while.
Masqueraderie took control of my painting process, strong-armed me, rather. Usually my paintings go through iterations. The first iterations I loathe so much, I suffer unhealthily until I "fix them" , culminating in the versions you see. I stay up and wake up at some unearthly hours to get them to where they should. Forcibly in a way, but ultimately on my own terms. Masqueraderie commanded patience. Almost two months in the making. A precedent that has taken a toll on me. In the end Masqueraderie is a visual reverie - every edge, ridge and corner is a painting in its own right.
Its special impact can turn any room into a galactic stage.
I stand gripped, in awe, not knowing or caring when to expect release.