It is from matter that Kristin Joyce Stevenson extracts the spirit and breath of life. It is not the succession of Soutine's or Rouault's intense plunging of color, but a more romantic application, from which fleeting nostaligic and historical notes emerge in lines that come apart.
Stevenson's sensitivity is nurtured with historical and cultural ambition. Between reality and abstraction, her colors flee the weight of matter and reassemble to flee again, loaded with the same existential duality that characterizes human beings. Stevenson is the kind of artist that creates and historicizes contemporary existentialism.
translated from the original Italian by Uttamjit K. Marino
