Andreea Albani’s Secret Language

The painting made by Andreea Albani is an empathetic way to communicate with the others. Her rich inner world, full of shadows and lights, losses and enlightenments is mapped in signs, gestures and frames bound together in large-scale paintings with a temporal dimension. Meditation is the deciphering key of these artworks. The color screens are painted one over the other as memory is being kept in superposed layers. All these stacked memories become signs and transform in graphic signs with tempered musicality, in a continuous impetus of the relation between the brain, the eye and the hand.

The artist experiments a lot in her paintings. Accompanied by the constant wish of knowing herself in all inner dimensions, she started by trying different surfaces – paper, canvas, plastic, polyplan or collages from different materials glued together. The lines, the signs and the graphic strokes create unitary, sensitive compositions, in which solid shapes and void collide in different ways. The surface remains visible and is a solid framework for her poetic thoughts, in which intensiy and dynamics varies from one work to another. In certain drawings with ink on canvas, black is only a notation, signs that levitate above white, blank spaces. In her paintings, the same black has a different weight and becomes dense and tormenting. The colors have a tonal role and intensify the ratio between different kinds of grey.

Research in the field of abstraction, today, is a hard and complicated territory, where innovation and invention are difficult to do. The personal touch, if we can put it in this way, is given more by technique, the relationship of the artist with surface and colors, more than the hand-writing, message, shapes and semnifications.

Andreea Albani is an emerging young artist with an already consistent portfolio, in a continuous movement, very attentive to her surroundings and to contemporary art. Even though she loves faraway travelling, her dearest voyage is towards the depth of her own feelings. (Simona Vilău)