Every so often I come across an artist whose work pretty much slaps me in the feelings. Today Tomokazu Matsuyama left a big, red welt on my astounded gland. His work has some of the characteristics of traditional Japanese paintings — the figure positions, subjects — but everything is so filled in with pattern, shape, and color that you could miss the Japanese stylings. It’s such a beautiful juxtaposition of chaos and simplicity. I’m amazed to find this level of maturity in the painting of someone not much older than myself. Now he just needs to show over on my side of the country so I can giggle excitedly at his work in person. I would giggle like a little girl.
{ 2008 04 29 }
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