Pamela Brandt is an artist whose work is
difficult to classify and describe briefly.
She is a kind of Hilma af Klint of Finnish art,
strange and independent in her own time, or an
exotic plant of which we really don’t know what
kind of soil it needs, or a tool best suited to
its purpose but requiring insight as to its use.
Her works often proceed from an occurrence in
everyday life or an object that has prompted an
association, emotional state or comprehension
that is then transformed into an image. We
recognize everyday subjects, but Brandt never
approaches them naturalistically. They are “true”
only at the level of art, where their truth obtains.
Pamela Brandt’s paintings contain symbolism,
which, however, is never trite or self-evident,
offering instead various interpretations and
being accessible only to an open mind. Brandt
paints slowly. Each painting has undergone many
metamorphoses before achieving a state in which
the literary, intellectual and physical reality
of the work manages to merge in precisely the
manner sought by the artist. One can, and should,
look at them for a long while.
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