Robert Genn: The World of Icons (featured response)
The Painter's keys
"Personal icons as everyday saints
Unraveling the poetry of the soul
by Georgianne Fastaia, San Francisco, CA, USA
My joys are equal only to my capacity for sorrow. In this deep well are the
waters in which I swim to meet a shining and vibrating light, my constant
companion through long nights. The job of the artist is to translate with
conviction and clarity the inchoate longings we all feel for that which i
s authentic and true: to unravel the poetry of the soul.
"Like a saint's vision of beatitude. Like the veil of things as they seem drawn
back by an unseen hand. For a second you see—and seeing the secret, are
the secret. For a second there is meaning! Then the hand lets the veil fall
and you are alone, lost in the fog again, and you stumble on toward
nowhere, for no good reason!" (Eugene O'Neill, Long Day's Journey into Night )
It’s called the Spring Studio Stroll, but I’m exhausted and frustrated. It was no stroll, but a marathon....
Revived, we went to the final venue—Art Explosion at 2425 17th St. near Potrero Avenure. Immediately I noticed Georgianne Fastaia’s large, evocative oils, part of a series celebrating the Orishas. Ah, an immigrant’s point of view, I thought. Yes, from Brooklyn, she said. What an eye.