Katharina Husslein, Our Paths Through Flowers, Oil on Canvas

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Size: 100 x 120 x 3 cm medium: oils on canvas _______________________________ this is a beautiful oil painting of an … more Size: 100 x 120 x 3 cm medium: oils on canvas _______________________________ this is a beautiful oil painting of an array of flowers in a vase. Contemporary painting full of details and colors, vibrant roses , tulips, peonies and an arrangement of other flowers. Reminding us of old master paintings, this is a brand new painting full elegance and timeless elegance. Katharina husslein, a german artist renowned for her hyperrealistic artworks, captures the essence of vibrant bouquets and lush impasto landscapes through oil paintings. Raised in a charming village surrounded by nature's splendor in the south of germany, she embarked on a journey of artistic exploration by pursuing studies in london, uk. This immersion in a diverse cultural milieu broadened her creative vistas and allowed her to refine her artistic expressions. Her global sojourns, including stints in california, australia, and new york, not only honed her skills but also provided invaluable insights into the art market. Since 2019, katharina husslein has called munich home, where she resides with her screenwriter husband and their two young daughters. Her artistic footprint extends across europe, with exhibitions gracing prominent cities such as london, amsterdam, basel and hamburg. Additionally, her work has been showcased in los angeles, usa, garnering a widespread and international collector base. Husslein's artistic philosophy marries a reverence for classical masterpieces with the immersive allure of contemporary still life and botany. Her signature style is characterized by meticulous hyperrealism, particularly evident in her still-life floral compositions. Central to her creations are the visual and tactile attributes of flowers, intertwined with their symbolism evoking themes of love, femininity, and the natural world. These elements coalesce to fashion husslein's vivacious and captivating compositions. In her artistic process, husslein encapsulates the transient ecstasy of a fleeting moment, often when flowers are resplendent in full bloom. Her canvases frequently orchestrate an array of botanical species, harmoniously coexisting within a vase, transcending the boundaries of temporal accuracy. Rather than fixating on botanical fidelity, her oeuvres spotlight the interplay of colors, illumination, textures, and intricate minutiae, which collectively imbue her works with an enigmatic allure, captivating the observer. Husslein as a painter of flowers - like the poet or even the botanist - chooses the subject for her art, as more than just a thing of beauty designed for appeal to the eye. Flowers are instead, a multidimensional subject which lends itself to a variety of artistic sensibilities. The flower is beautiful, but it is also a vital organism, an embodiment of nature and a fact of science, as well as a potent vehicle for symbolism - it can stand for love, is used in different religions for various gods and , and ultimately for peace amongst many others. After a journey i come to interview a voiceless ghost; whither, o whither will its whim now draw me? up the cliff, down, till i'm lonely, lost, and the unseen waters' soliloquies awe me. Where you will next be there's no knowing, facing round about me everywhere, with your nut-coloured hair, and gray eyes, and rose-flush coming and going. Yes: i have re-entered your olden haunts at last; through the years, through the dead scenes i have tracked you; what have you now found to say of our past — viewed across the dark space wherein i have lacked you? summer gave us sweets, but autumn wrought division? things were not lastly as firstly well with us twain, you tell? but all's closed now, despite time's derision. I see what you are doing: you are leading me on to the spots we knew when we haunted here together, the waterfall, above which the mist-bow shone at the then fair hour in the then fair weather, and the cave just under, with a voice still so hollow that it seems to call out to me from forty years ago, when you were all aglow, and not the thin ghost that i now frailly follow! ignorant of what there is flitting here to see, the waked birds preen and the seals flop lazily, soon you will have, dear, to vanish from me, for the stars close their shutters and the dawn whitens hazily. Trust me, i mind not, though life lours, the bringing of me here; nay, bring me here again! i am just the same as when our days were a joy, and our paths through flowers. less