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Artist Eva Claessens

BY Lisa Lindblad

December 2, 2016

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I have a friend in Uruguay who paints like an angel and gives like a dear friend.  She is Eva Claessens, the artist.  Eva arrived in our little corner of Uruguay a handful of years back, and she and her friend, Kris, set about restoring a wonderful staging post as their house.  It is a perfect reflection of her, this house, a graceful mixture of old world charm and strong bones, a building that commands its remote, rural landscape with a faded but steely resolve.

unknown-1Eva’s work, not unlike her house, is primarily form that imparts mood.  The contours of her bodies, faces and flowers are bold and full of movement, and yet the empty, half-finished features and smudged lines tell a deeper story that is, one feels, but a whisper away from the rich interior life of the artist herself.  There is an iron butterfly quality to her work, soft yet strong, bold yet withholding.  I own a number of Eva’s works both large and small. I have a large painting of a woman’s face whose eye follows me wherever I am in my small house.  I have a lovely print of an iris, one of her many flower pictures that I cherish. And then she has made for me a handful of painted ceramic tiles which decorate the facade of  our small casita like talismans.

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The child carries his culture, with all its memories, stories and aspirations, on his narrow shoulders.  It is a burden that requires seriousness and patient learning.

Yet, he is also just a boy.

Encountering the novice intrigues the traveler.  But playing with the boy enchants.  The visitor and the visited share moments, learn from the other and, perhaps, shift the world.

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Meditations #85