Sunday, May 18, 2014

MICHAELIS TO MICHALETOS



MICHAELIS TO MICHALETOS   -International Museum Day 18 May

'The Pretoria Art Museum came into being in order to house the City Councils growing art collection which had been built up since the early nineteen-thirties. Originally the collection was housed in the City Hall and consisted mainly of the Michaelis Bequest and a small collection of artworks by South African artists. The bequest by Lady Michaelis in 1932, after her husband Sir Max Michaelis’ death, comprised mainly paintings from 17th century Dutch and Flemish artists.

When, in 1955, Pretoria celebrated its Centenary, one of the plans arising from the occasion was the decision to build a permanent art museum. The outcome was one of the most attractive and most modern museums in South Africa. The first sod was turned in Arcadia Park on 26 January 1962 and the foundation stones were laid on 19 October 1962. The Pretoria Art Museum, inaugurated in May 1964, is the city’s only fine arts museum.'

On the 5th November 2013, (exactly one month before Mandela passed away) the 54 art pieces for my solo exhibition at the Pretoria Art Museum, was transported through the exhibition hall where the MICHAELIS collection is housed, to where it is currently still on exhibition (until the middle of July 2014) in main hall flanking the left of the Museum entrance.  

The slogan for this years International Museum Day is: 

MUSEUM COLLECTIONS CREATE CONNECTIONS

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Saturday, March 29, 2014

'REBIRTH' featured in University of Johannesburg Arts & Culture Magazine

I'm very thrilled to have a full color image of my painting of Nelson Mandela 'REBIRTH' on page 55 of Art Much? The quarterly Arts & Culture Magazine of the University of Johannesburg. The portrait of Mandela by Paul Blomkamp and featured on the cover, is in all respects a 'tour de force'. http://www.aisleb.co.za/clients/UJ/ART_MUCH_5/index.html
Art Much? magazine: the freedom issue now live

You can read all about the symbolism I've used in 'REBIRTH' in one of my earlier blog entries or maybe you would prefer to enjoy yourself navigating my website: www.aletamichaletos.com and read about my 3 Mandela portraits in that format.
Have fun! 
'REBIRTH', aquarelle on paper, 1994, Copyright reserved

Monday, January 27, 2014

ASTRONOMY TO GASTRONOMY: CRYSTAL UNIVERSES



ASTRONOMY to GASTRONOMY

‘CRYSTAL UNIVERSES’

CATALYSTS

Artist and Author: ALETA MICHALETOS 2011
Copyright reserved

Change is the dominating ingredient as well as an irrevocable and inevitable consequence of life. Paradoxically, the inhabitants of Mother Earth have on the one hand, never stopped reeling from these consequences and effects of change, and on the other hand, the foundation and structure of the Universe remain unfailingly consistent and solid.
Soon after the birth of my 4th child and last born in 1986, I became aware of a sharpened focus on and interest in, that which is not immediately apparent. I became conscious of the mysterious and subtly veiled enigmas and paradoxes which saturate our lives and this, resulted in the ‘ALETHEA’ series. http://www.aletamichaletos.com/gallery/Alethea


Then, in 1994, directly following my reception of the UN Art and Philatelic Award in New York, a large portion of my creative endeavor was dedicated to the visual exploration of our ‘parallel Universes’ and these ideas have been continuously developed through my ‘COSMORGANIC’ http://www.aletamichaletos.com/gallery/Cosmorganic 


and 'ECORGANIC’ 
http://www.aletamichaletos.com/gallery/Ecorganic series. 
 

I attempt to creatively illuminate that which weaves all particles together – that which creates the fabric of the Universe, instinctively and subconsciously unraveling and unveiling the primordial pattern or mold from which all things originate.

The request from Chantel Dartnall (Restaurant Mosaic) to interpret and visually portray the theme of ‘Salt’ to adorn the Autumn Menu of Restaurant Mosaic in 2011, acted as the necessary catalyst for yet another subtle divergence, resulting in the expansion of the scope of my series which now also includes ‘CRYSTAL UNIVERSES' & 'ICE & SPICE GALAXIES’. This theme will most probably result in an elaborate series of paintings and drawings.

Initially, I was filled with bravado as I attempted to conceptualize the crystallization of such an immense theme as ‘salt’ but I was soon humbled by the vastness of what I was confronted with. Here I was trying to grasp the ultimate paradox! I was confronted with that which, if it is not in perfect equilibrium, spells either life or death.
That which has to be used in subtle balance and which in overdose acts as an emetic or as contradiction, (and which is common knowledge) an enhancer of flavor and palatability! I realized I was merely scratching the surface of the reservoir of invisible subject matter.


The microscopic beauty of that, which is initially visible but magically disappears once it is added to food during the preparation process, as well as its subtle yet immense power over the ultimate success of the outcome of a dish, has become my point of focus.

That is exactly where my interest lies, that which exists and exerts power but is invisible to the eye.

Now it delights me to draw your attention to a microscopic view (which I have macroscopically enlarged) to enable you to also visually and aesthetically appreciate, that which you can only taste.

Depending on their symmetry, crystals fall into 7 classifications which create the ‘Crystal System’ and a ‘Crystal Lattice’, is a network of fixed points about which ions, atoms or molecules form a crystal vibrate- bejeweled crowns to adorn the heads of Fairy queens….
These delicate Universes immediately reminded me of the dainty dishes Chantel Dartnall so carefully creates, as well as the tiny networks and links in computer grids…..

I present the aquarelle as a Talisman. It becomes a catalyst for the imagination to run riot, masquerading as a delicate fishing rod cast into the recesses of the mind, where tiny shreds and tit bits of secret and stored data is gently coaxed from their hiding places, to evoke a banquet of images to enrich our senses.

How can one not but be spirited away by visions of intricate mosaics adorning the baths of Pompeii, or of archaic, torn maps and the ancient routes that were followed and by which salt was transported in exotic, distant lands? We are fascinated by the ground plans of antiquity which conjures the pyramids, lost temples and shrines where elaborate dishes were prepared for princes and pashas, or sacrificed to the gods.

As in a game of chance, where the dice is thrown or the die is cast, the randomness of salt crystals scattered, remind one of a miniature version of the constellations in the Universe. Ingredients are patiently diced and ‘randomly’ arranged on our plates the way an artist would subconsciously mix colors on a palette.
 
Autumn is somewhere between…..
It is in between Summer and Winter, ranging from the Autumnal Equinox to the Winter Solstice.
and salt?
Its effects range between bland or zesty,
preservation or decay.

The pendulum is gently swaying from Astronomy to Gastronomy….. and back again….

Autumn is a period of maturity verging on decline… a mood, a whiff of decadence lingering in the air….
Autumn, also known as Fall….. evokes images of leaves floating from branches that reach into a mellow sky and waft down lazily, sinking into the deep mulch covering the fertile soil and mirrored by the minute quantities of delicate salt crystals that are measured and sprinkled, scattering like Fairy dust, into the warm dishes where they dissolve and work their magic, quickening the senses and taste buds.

Tiny, randomly scattered dots and spots conjure up the notes on a musical score as well as the various subtle notes and flavors produced by salt and which it is capable of eliciting and extracting from ingredients.
The notes suggest and reveal the characteristics of quality, mood and atmosphere which desire to be observed with infinite care and indulged in through the pure poetry of the dining experience.  (Aleta Michaletos 2011)

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Sunday, January 12, 2014

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You are invited and most welcome to enter the labyrinth of my mind and enjoy the production from the pigment of my imagination

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Monday, November 18, 2013

'IN THE DOORWAY'



‘IN THE DOORWAY’ (Persian)


From The Diwan of Shams-i-Tabriz by the Sufi poet Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi, 13th Century Anatolia

My eyes gleam because there is Another inside:
If water scalds you, there was fire behind it-understand?
But I have no stone in my hand, no argument here.
A rose garden is known for its sweetness, not thorns.
So what you see in my eyes comes from another universe.
Here’s a world, there’s a world-
I’m seated in the doorway.
Only those that sit between can deliver wordless lectures.
It’s sufficient to give this hint:
Say no more-stop talking and
Reverse the use of your tongue!

TRANSLUCENCE: UNPOLISHED GEMS OF THE ORIENT: SERENITY (THE DOORWAY)
oil on board 700 x 900 mm
2006 Aurangabad India
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On 27th February 2006 (my birthday), I undertook my first journey to India. My main goal was to visit the magnificent caves of Ajanta and Ellorah near Aurangabat.

On my way to Ellorah the taxi passed through the dark and mysterious interior of the remnant of the old city wall and on exiting, my eyes were blinded by the bright colors of a fruit stall and even by the faded pink, of a young girl’s Sari. Her father offered me a taste of the sweetness of a plump fig he had opened and parted, as well as a bite from a bright red guava with a lily white interior.

Obliging willingly and nodding eagerly, they permitted me to photograph them.  Smiling broadly, they graciously invited me to enter their humble and dilapidated little shack, which sat awkwardly on a small rise behind the fruit stall. 
I photographed the miserable interior as well as the beaming family. Three or four strides propelled me from the low beamed front entrance, out of the decaying back door. This was the spot where I indicated to the young girl to briefly pause with her cat. As she knelt down, beaming radiantly at me and cradling her cat, her frail little body was framed by the dilapidated doorway.

aleta@aletamichaletos.com

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