Maria Garcia-Orea’s last paintings are depicted within Mallorca and Venice, and slightly between Monet and Mir. Since the late 80’s, Maria has avidly chased her own insights and visions. Her painting work arises from her natural observation. While she is into painting, she wakes up early, breaths in some fresh air… She expresses herself being loyal and fair to her own retine image sensations. Very reasonable beginnings and a visionary drift at the end are to be inferred from her paintings.

By Guillermo Solana
Director of the Thyssen-Bornemisza Museum in Madrid

Maria Garcia-Orea’s last paintings are depicted within Mallorca and Venice, and slightly between Monet and Mir. Since the late 80’s, Maria has avidly chased her own insights and visions. Her painting work arises from her natural observation. While she is into painting, she wakes up early, breaths in some fresh air… She expresses herself being loyal and fair to her own retine image sensations. Very reasonable beginnings and a visionary drift at the end are to be inferred from her paintings.

When Maria starts painting a Mallorca cove, the blue of the sky and sea expands and keeps on growing till this bright and sparkling blue floods everything. Maria might paint a Gran Canal view with its Gothic palaces and the uprights emerge from the sea water leaving Le Salute at the back. A perfect familiar view. While she paints this sight, the Sun reflects the gran Canal and tinges the water lifting up the bright yellow color. It spreads out as fire sparkles and the Canal becomes a flaming river poisoninig the retine and the brain cells. In other cases, it may be the light effects on the water gardens, those white and yelowish falling rain drops dancing for us that cast a landscape as something magic and unreal. I think there is no painter as honest as her, she is not an artificial artist.

Her starting point at painting is very simple trying to catch the light flash, the cloud flight, the breeze shaking leaves… The painter endevours to focus on those runaway impressions being swallowed by them, so that what we call reality is devastated, everyday routine, and from within that ragged reality, a superior one is released. A poetic and astonishing reality.