‘It’s a Colorful World’ by Sarit Halo @ Tierra Del Sol Gallery
In what can be best described as silly, Ms. Sarit Halo introduces us the vibrancy and sweetness of bright colors at her It’s a Colorful World opening at Tierra Del Sol Gallery. It is in the unabashed enthusiasm in embracing a wonderful view of life – that of necessary levity in brightening the mind’s eye towards a positive altavista upon which we may determine our fates. Not one of serious melancholy, for how can we find family life to be in violation of our natural love of life?
What is that love of being animated? What is that need the artist has in informing, nay, improving our outlook? Toward extending into the unknown and bringing back such silliness such as ceramic meditative yoga forms – truly the accomplishment of the show? It is an election to make-believe playfully, to impose harmonious form upon the world in such a plastic irreverence we cannot help but laud the artist for her inconsideration of the prejudicial tastes of what is fine art. Why cannot the childish be sufficiently serious?
Why must our nerves be tensile? Why must the weight of our decisions be reminded? For health, to be sure. To impose an understanding of more than flesh, more than body, more than terminal distancing – but towards the everlasting memory of the “eternally present”; how to make that experience best as it indestructibly moves forever? With the joy of being given a greater understanding of how to play with light. After all, light is forever; and its electromagnetic recording in our brain’s is a physical act in nature which cannot be destroyed. Our brain cells may change, but the invisible coordination of our brain activity is impervious to physical destruction. Human memory is that immaculately conceived.
So why move art to be consummately political? Why so serious? Why not leave politics for legislation? Is the artist that incapable of legislation that he or she needs to sully the refinement of beauty with the need to adjudicate, the need to persuade, nay force, through means otherwise neglected by the long-suffering capitalist for the rational extension of the arts & humanities? Those who risk their personal property to gain more so the vainglorious with a paintbrush can afford to tatterstroke the world with vandalizing skid marks and call it justice? Is this true beauty?
It is in the appreciation, the lack of gratitude, of being granted so much peace which is a pleasant dichotomy with the presented figures, as well as the childish, though well-proportioned compositions of Ms. Halo’s animation of the true pleasures in life: private free-will power to associate with one’s most intimate personal lives. Those one is fated to remember out of brute ordering fact of the choices one’s ancestors have been calculating. Family life.
Let us then order the world more decisively harmoniously, and less anxiously. Perfect innocence is outwardly expressed as silly. Let us remember not to forget.
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945 Chung King Road (Chinatown)
Los Angeles, CA 90012
Email: gallery@tierradelsol.org
Gallery: 213-625-0935