Muranoserie 2016

Curator: Well, this just zaps me right into pure joy! Requena Nozal’s “Muranoserie” from 2016—it's just screaming with life. Acrylic paint doing an impasto jig! What's your take on this carnival of colour? Editor: At first glance, it appears to be an exemplar of abstract expressionism, doesn't it? Observe the intricate interplay of colour fields—a semiotic dance between figure and ground, order, and chaos. It reminds me of Deleuze's concept of the rhizome. Curator: Deleuze? Oh, absolutely, it is all rhizomatic—wandering stems and vibrant little nodes popping out everywhere! To me, there is an exuberant, uncontrolled kind of beauty, you know? As though the colours themselves had decided where they wanted to be. Editor: I find myself gravitating toward its compositional structure. The diagonal arrangement creates a dynamic tension—almost a visual argument—resolved through pattern repetition. It echoes elements of matter painting, that engagement with materiality. Curator: Yes! You can almost feel the texture... that almost sculptural quality the artist conjures. It's very tactile, wouldn't you agree? What kind of stories do you reckon these squiggles would tell if they could talk? Editor: It invites a decoding, doesn’t it? These impasto blobs—one might see them as signs—symbols abstracted from recognizable forms. It teases the mind, demanding interpretation, though deliberately resisting fixed meaning. Curator: You're spot on. A painting that is more of an open invitation to your own interpretation of things rather than delivering any kind of preachy message! Something so pleasingly unruly about it! I could happily get lost in those shapes. Editor: Its chromatic intensity indeed captivates, the bold primaries juxtaposed against more subtle tones. A material exploration revealing how colour and form interact. Perhaps its a lens into post-structuralist thinking? Curator: And that is the perfect rabbit-hole, isn't it? After all, who knows where those colourful burrowing trails will lead! Editor: An astute observation, a journey for the eye and intellect indeed.