Eleonora Stol (1946-2022) - Rode Gestalte





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Eleonora Stol (Netherlands) presents Rode Gestalte in mixed media on canvas (120 × 100 cm), original edition from the 2020s, unsigned, sold by Galerie and in good condition.
Description from the seller
Beautiful piece by Eleonora Stol. The colors are so vivid and jump off the canvas. It’s mixed media on canvas. Eleonora uses different materials such as acrylic, pencil and oil paint.
Eleonora's way of communicating is a sharp antithesis of our technologically impeccable world. Passion is the main theme of her work, which she develops with her vibrant colors, full of life and light. It’s possible to read love letters in her paintings.
About Eleonora Stol, also known as ‘La Roja’
'Let death play the violin with its cricket over the strings of gray roads in the howling wind. I transform the cold wind into Spanish fans.
A wink to the white doves to give their cheerful feathers to decorate the skin of my sly nymphs. From time to time I marvel at my fragile charcoal along my contours and go with a butterfly on my walking stick, drawing my journey to depth in the ultramarine feast. There I tie red ribbons to harden cold granite and then listen to how they breathe by singing.
I read you aloud, but without acronyms I paint with challenging 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 by loudly clapping round knees.
With my pictorial eagerness I experience a restless world with paint, the liberal lumps 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 sometimes the unfortunately crumpled canvas, but it is a cry, an explosion; I open my dream trunk and its watcher guides blobs and chalks and the impossible strokes toward my tuft of paint. As I hope, ending in beauty.
Here art theory makes no sense, with its confusing map of the soul that the souls draft. Art with a thick A should not be 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
Beautiful piece by Eleonora Stol. The colors are so vivid and jump off the canvas. It’s mixed media on canvas. Eleonora uses different materials such as acrylic, pencil and oil paint.
Eleonora's way of communicating is a sharp antithesis of our technologically impeccable world. Passion is the main theme of her work, which she develops with her vibrant colors, full of life and light. It’s possible to read love letters in her paintings.
About Eleonora Stol, also known as ‘La Roja’
'Let death play the violin with its cricket over the strings of gray roads in the howling wind. I transform the cold wind into Spanish fans.
A wink to the white doves to give their cheerful feathers to decorate the skin of my sly nymphs. From time to time I marvel at my fragile charcoal along my contours and go with a butterfly on my walking stick, drawing my journey to depth in the ultramarine feast. There I tie red ribbons to harden cold granite and then listen to how they breathe by singing.
I read you aloud, but without acronyms I paint with challenging 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 by loudly clapping round knees.
With my pictorial eagerness I experience a restless world with paint, the liberal lumps 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 sometimes the unfortunately crumpled canvas, but it is a cry, an explosion; I open my dream trunk and its watcher guides blobs and chalks and the impossible strokes toward my tuft of paint. As I hope, ending in beauty.
Here art theory makes no sense, with its confusing map of the soul that the souls draft. Art with a thick A should not be 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"

