Reza Doust|Get Tested|The Sultan Gallery
Last Thursday, in the nick of time, I managed to make it to Reza Doust‘s exhibition at the Sultan Gallery. According to his tally, I was the fourth Kuwaiti artist to visit that afternoon. Not bad for someone who has never been in the top ten of anything before. Back to the point, I had seen some of his latest works either on his site or Facebook page, so knew what to expect. Yet I was taken aback by the sheer size of his paintings. He’s a tiny man who works in a tiny basement studio in Canada. How did he manage works of such magnitude and painted with such skill? In an area so small, how did he put so much movement and freedom into his work? I think the answer comes from a passion inside the man to release the daily burdens imposed either by others or himself. When I see the cut-outs on his canvases, the papers he has collected over the years, including earlier inspirations, I picture a madman in his laboratory, finally deciding to put his references (and life) in order. And I see an organized chaos that so appeals to my sense of dichotomy. I envy his restraint for using color; because it’s hard to stick to a few tones on your palette and still make the painting look as colorful and vibrant as his. I know it’s a cliche, but Doust has proven that great things come in small packages.
Thank you for introducing me to a whole new artistic world I knew very little about.
You are a gem.
May I now introduce you to a friend of mine with whom I think you may find empathy: http://cindersmcleod.tumblr.com/
Keep on keeping on . . .
Rivenrod, thanks. I do enjoy your life in a sketchbook! Waitaminute, you ARE Cinders Mcleod, arent’ you? Or perhaps, just because I have had a few alter-egos I suspect everyone else does.
No, I’m not Cinders McLeod. She is someone I have been close to almost all my life. Many of the drawings in her sketchbook include me though.
I liked this gallery when I visited Kuwait. Liked the space and not to forget, the food:)
The gallery was very desolate, but there were still many on the opening. I’m surprised there are so few galleriesin Kuwait City. It’s so different from Europe.
I don’t think it’s just the lack of galleries, Erik. The few galleries we are lucky to have are, as you said ‘desolate’ and aren’t integrated into our everyday paths. Every one of them must be driven to rather than wandered by, and curiously entered, as you would do in Europe. The whole infrastructure and the dynamics of a space where we view art is different here.