I am a self-taught artist from Greece, born 20-02-1980 who lives in Sweden.
Since I was a child I used to always have something to do with art, whether it was drawing and painting with different media or other techniques. I always found pleasure in creating something. Although I never thought, when I was young, that I could be a professional artist and I studied something else entirely, I never stopped making art.
As an artist my favorite subjects are the human form and geometric shapes and I like to use brilliant colors and chiaroscuro. I am influenced mainly by impressionism, fauvism and kubism. I like to try out different styles and techniques of painting and I am not satisfied with using just one technique that I have perfected. In this way I can be very flexible, I constantly learn new things and I never stop evolving.
I wish my paintings to be like a mirror for the spectator and to see what they mean to them and not so much to express what they mean to me. I find it exciting when several paintings mean the same thing to everyone, while others have different meaning for every single person. Of course I do express many things through my art like Love, Connection and Creativity.
The Song of Songs of Colors
To try to understand people’s cravings and needs, their desires and fears, is a difficult endeavor.
To interpret another’s dreams and inner drives necessitates a deep understanding of human nature, a sharp set of tools and, most of all, a flood of love for the subject and for the person you are about to meet and read. It is therefore not rare to feel a bit afraid or hesitant whenever it is time for a review or an assessment.
Writing a review is often akin to touching or invading another’s territory. Even in view of the above, however, it was not at all difficult or unpleasant to meet with and speak about Konstantina Goula’s (Dina’s) art – I admit that it was, in fact, quite the opposite. Why? Because the very first impression I got when meeting her art was a draught of the strong, naked feeling of euphoria.
I daresay that the one who has created these paintings is a skilled rider of such strong, rolling feelings. There is no elusiveness or subterfuge to be found here, but rather a flourishing love for pure, unsullied colourism. I see and feel the joy of a painting that has been delivered in pure bliss – and at that moment, something noteworthy happens: I become rather blissful myself and I regain my faith in the magic of art once more.
Olof Lagerkrantz once wrote that the beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I must thus believe in the truth that I behold and communicate it to you, who are viewing Konstantina Goula’s (Dina’s) paintings: I have been striken by a brotherly (sisterly) happiness and eagerness. This great, barefaced feeling has taken hold of me (and perhaps you?).
This artist, which I met and got to know in writing, attests in an autobiographical text that, when she was young, she never believed that she could become a professional artist. That is perhaps the only thing that I fail to understand about her.
Indeed, she chose to pursue another profession (she became a dentist). I would like to point out, however, that, for me, the defining line between amateur and what we sometimes so pointlessly call “recognized” is meaningless. Because it is so often that those we call “recognized artists” are nothing more than mediocre painters, while it is not unusual for others who are called -or call themselves -amateurs to be magnificently poetical, naively fabling painters of the heart.
The artist Konstantina Goula – the person that this review is about – is for me both a “painter of the heart” and a motivated narrator of fiery brothers and sisters in remarkable portrait galleries. Our Konstantina tells us in a letter that she nowadays has at least reached the point where she believes that she can work with her art professionally.
Yes, I wonder: why not? It is beyond doubt that she has a burning desire, a strong willingness and, as far as I can tell, she certainly does not cower in fear when the “color hunger” sets in. Konstantina dares, and with that, half the battle is already won.
In the same letter, she also tells us that she loves color. Yes, that love couldn’t be more obvious in her paintings – it may well be the foremost quality of her art.
I can’t really know what her art means to other viewers, but there is one thing I know for sure: her art reaches a spot inside me that could be nothing else but love – and that is indeed not bad at all.