The twilight zone in Anna’s paintings What is the twilight?
It is a transitional condition when objects, events, sharp desires, articulated hopes and ambitious thoughts lose their contours and melt in unity – into cool breath of one and barely undividable sensual amalgam.
This is a zone were light and dark are for the first time acquainted to each other via embrace that invites the spectator to join this abyss between binary opposites, where one can’t hear Gods and the earth is far away; the realm of no one’s land and a timeless span.
But inside of this richly exposed silent subtleties of the twilight one can still feel a hidden desire, even kind of lazy lust that make colors on the painting sluggishly floating, slowly run, unwillingly melt and jam – turning the surface of the paintings into shared seduction.
But the twilight in these paintings has no physicality – it is twilight of soul of the artist and only artist knows whether this twilight will turn again into dusky night or into chirping transparent morning... – will it turn into wild passion or into spiritual glory. These metamorphoses are the magic of an artist – who succeeds firstly to blur, or disassemble the world and then to rebuild it under the conduct and dictate of her/his inner voice. The result of those manipulations is always purely subjective with no much hope for acknowledgement from the side of public and the world. But who cares – when during these processes in the heart of artist magic takes place, an alchemy blossoms and Ananda’s sparks bliss the soul.
The twilight is a theater curtain. Within its dim silhouettes one can notice flowing watermarks of an upcoming spectacle – the promise of a new entry of the Event that means – to come in touch with a tangible and seeable aspect of Being. A big promise, a big chance!
At the end the real mission and goal of art is always the same – the earthquake of a soul. And as it’s well known the best time zone of earthquakes is a twilight, when: ghosts are freed, instincts low, expectations uppermost and bewilderment at alert. What can be better? Indeed nil.
Gia Edzgveradze