My Painting - My ParfumeMy painting is an emotional load that pours over canvas, it’s a shiver frozen in time. My painting never ends as long as I’m alive. She is my life charged with meaning and misunderstanding, it is my unconscious that astonishes me with its instinct. She is my penance, she is the string that keeps tied my heaven and hell. It is love and not everyone can see it.
Political Meditation of Hayez
This is the end
Leibnitz imagined that inside every drop of water existed a whole universe, and every drop of water inside that universe held other universes and so on in infinity. Every fragment of Joni’s paintings seems to have this fractal character where the closer you look the more micro universes you discover, that are not made from matter or antimatter, but from the emotional state of being that is at times conscious or subconscious, with patterns inside patterns. It seems like the process of creating the paintings answers the dynamics of the fluids, colors over the canvas where chaos evolves over an internal harmony, found everywhere, stable and structured, reminding us of the mathematic figures of Mandelbrot. The sense of beauty is inspired by this precise harmonic combination between order and disorder as it happens in natural objects, in clouds in the sky, in leaves of trees, in snow crystals or in a spermatozoid. Paradoxically, in front of Joni’s painting in the middle of that massive information, the playfulness between soft textures and defined lines, leaves you with the impression that the abstract, subconscious, come close to the essence of reality, that which is internal and external at the same time.