Eleonora Stol (1946-2022) - LOVE





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A gorgeous piece by Eleonora Stol. The colors are so vibrant and leap off the work. It is mixed media on paper. Eleonora uses various materials such as acrylic, pencil, and oil paint.
It is mixed technique on paper. The works come from the artist's studio. Look closely at the photos for the condition.
Eleonora's way of communicating is a sharp antithesis to our technologically flawless world. Passion is the main theme of her work, which she develops with her vivid colors, full of life and light. It is possible to read love letters in her paintings.
About Eleonora Stol, also known as ‘La Roja’
'Let death play the violin with its cicadas over the strings of gray roads in the roaring wind. I turn the cold wind into Spanish fans.
A wink to the white doves to give their cheerful feathers to adorn the skin of my sly nymphs. From time to time I marvel with my fragile charcoal along my contours and go with a butterfly on my walking stick, traveling, drawing toward deeper understanding in the ultramarine feast. There I tie red ribbons to harden cold granite and then listen as they breathe by singing.
I read you aloud, but without acronyms I paint with provocative arabesques, voluptuous clouds dancing in pink lingerie under a paper moon of invented candlelight where love dries on an Eau de Vie de Mirabelle on a clothesline at nipple height, punctuated by the loud claps of round knees.
With my pictorial eagerness I experience a restless world with paint, the liberal blobs of chalk color on astonished brushes balancing in my hand. I take the risk of slips, extravagant scratches and contours, blotchy mascaras and scars from the occasionally sadly wrinkled canvas, but it is a scream, an explosion; I open my dream trunk and its twitching needle that guides blobs and chalks and the impossible strokes into my tuft of paint. As I hope, ending in beauty.
Here art theory makes no sense, with its bewildering map of the soul that souls compose. Art with a thick A does not belong on the cutting table of stylized gentlemen and frowning psychologists. With me the Sun and the Moon shine as accessories on voluptuous chandeliers hanging from a rainbow'
Seller's Story
A gorgeous piece by Eleonora Stol. The colors are so vibrant and leap off the work. It is mixed media on paper. Eleonora uses various materials such as acrylic, pencil, and oil paint.
It is mixed technique on paper. The works come from the artist's studio. Look closely at the photos for the condition.
Eleonora's way of communicating is a sharp antithesis to our technologically flawless world. Passion is the main theme of her work, which she develops with her vivid colors, full of life and light. It is possible to read love letters in her paintings.
About Eleonora Stol, also known as ‘La Roja’
'Let death play the violin with its cicadas over the strings of gray roads in the roaring wind. I turn the cold wind into Spanish fans.
A wink to the white doves to give their cheerful feathers to adorn the skin of my sly nymphs. From time to time I marvel with my fragile charcoal along my contours and go with a butterfly on my walking stick, traveling, drawing toward deeper understanding in the ultramarine feast. There I tie red ribbons to harden cold granite and then listen as they breathe by singing.
I read you aloud, but without acronyms I paint with provocative arabesques, voluptuous clouds dancing in pink lingerie under a paper moon of invented candlelight where love dries on an Eau de Vie de Mirabelle on a clothesline at nipple height, punctuated by the loud claps of round knees.
With my pictorial eagerness I experience a restless world with paint, the liberal blobs of chalk color on astonished brushes balancing in my hand. I take the risk of slips, extravagant scratches and contours, blotchy mascaras and scars from the occasionally sadly wrinkled canvas, but it is a scream, an explosion; I open my dream trunk and its twitching needle that guides blobs and chalks and the impossible strokes into my tuft of paint. As I hope, ending in beauty.
Here art theory makes no sense, with its bewildering map of the soul that souls compose. Art with a thick A does not belong on the cutting table of stylized gentlemen and frowning psychologists. With me the Sun and the Moon shine as accessories on voluptuous chandeliers hanging from a rainbow'

