SHARING WITH ME

I had been to an art gallery to see an artist called Florence Grundeler . She’s French, born in 1968. I certainly liked her description… At the beginning there was ink. An awareness of ink, an attraction to ink. But it was locked in the silence of memory, an evocation below the paintbrush.Then came stick people, transformation, accidents of the paintbrush, who appeared again and again on the canvasses, until they went beyond… and fell off the edge of the frame. A memory of ink but shyness before the ink. On her work too silk is sown into the canvas. Fascinating but too much of it and l thing you could could tire of it quickly. I was only there for about 20 minutes so wandering back via the Picasso Museum, I was expecting to see a stream of visitors - no-one. Lunch time can mean that people do take off time to eat. As I was off to Majorca to see Miguel Barcelo’s work, I was interested to know why there was this relationship between the Picasso museum and this artist. There ha...