Raymie Iadevaia

raymie adevaia

“I’m looking for the gaudy. Thick, garish, and fierce. My gaudiness is about intensity, density, and the provocation to frazzle—a clowder of cats—their eyes sparkle in the night. A delusion of grandeur heavily weighted by its own encrusted mass. I paint things over again and again to get to this encrusted mass. An accretion of imagery—driving in Los Angeles can be a gaudy experience—a profusion of dabs—iridescent pavement—colorful strokes, smears, stains, washes, tangents, indentations building up a surface.

The main thing is to know how to set about it, to be able to concentrate your attention on a single detail, to forget yourself sufficiently to bring about the desired hallucination and so substitute the vision of a reality for the reality itself.1

The gaudy is a fragrant saturation. Devotion, desire, and detail are the dials that gauge the grandeur of the gaudy. Like a cat brushing its head on objects to scent and communicate with a space (bunting), I paint things over again and again with an obsession to get closer to the texture of the world. My paintings are a filmy membrane of translucence, not opaque as to block or impede sight, and not transparent, as to cloak or be an unerring wraith, unattainable to vision, but rather a glowing mesh that gleans new sights—To cast the glamour. Painting as an engine of endurance that frazzles the senses, pushes the body to the brink of exhaustion while holding it there locked in suspended animation. Frazzled with feeling. In short, exhausted, but craving more.

Too much of a good thing can be wonderful.2

1 Joris-Karl Huysmans, Against Nature (A Rebours), 1884 2 Mae West, On Sex, Health and ESP, 1975″

You can see more of Raymie’s work here and on instagram.

all text and imagery from raymieiadevaia.com

 

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