GEORGES ROUALT
An artist who consistently escapes the critics preoccupation with labelling….
The artist, his painting, his philosophy are generally watered down to the lowest common denominator ~ not with Georges Roualt.
His work sits raw and pulsating in a complete classification of his own …
He paints his feelings, daubs his emotions, bears his soul, his inner self … he hides nothing …
He has no shame as an artist, no guilt appropriated or otherwise … His colours describe his own humanity …
His line is exaggerated, rough and uneven while at the same time tempered, deft, perceptive …
He sees only what he wants to see and as a ‘great’ artist … a truly ‘great’ artist,
his line describes his personal vision,
he defines that line perfectly like a blind man feeling a woman …
He makes love with his art and his love is awkward, fumbling over-wrought with passion and rough sexual energy … He dominates his work while showing enormous sensitivity that touches the raw spirit and the flesh …
His work transcends time … It is neither modern nor traditional and yet it speaks to both … roars, murmurs and moans …
Georges Roualt has absorbed his art like a parent Larus, a Gull species, as in his art he regurgitates warm chunks in palatable pieces that we ‘subadults’ may now comfortably gorge … digest … with no fear of choking …
Please give time to Roualt’s work it will hopefully touch you … make you a better person.
postedFriday06.02.2015/10.02.2015byedenbray
on the left ~ edenbray’s version of ROUALT’s superb ECCO HOMO ~ to the right
