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In its exquisite distillations of the natural world, the work of Teruko Wilde might be compared to the most memorable haiku. But its scope and themes are much broader even broader than the landscape the artist depicts. Some artists, Wilde says, "believe that the word Beautiful doesnt belong to creative art but I dont mind it. Indeed, her paintings recover beauty without apology; these typically large canvases educe big words. And, marvelous thing, they let us make our own poetry.
Not without tension does such grace come. Wilde herself is a splendid host to paradox, as ebullient as she is earnest, as intractable as she is elegant, as ambitious as she is self-effacing. Her paintings too are many things at once wholly original. Boldly intentioned and executed with almost raw energy, they seduce with a quality of uncanny stillness. A characteristic painting from her work mutes incendiary reds and oranges to capture an essence of sunsets and a range of emotion that days end conjures. Pink clouds, as never quite seen before. For some viewers respite; others may be gratefully disquieted.
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Wilde was born in Nagoya, Japan and moved to the U.S. as a teenager. She studied then at the University of Cincinnati and at the Columbus College of Art and Design in Ohio. I began with Japanese sumi, a special charcoal, then watercolors, pastels, and oils.
Her philosophy and technique set her apart from most representational artists. Landscape painters all should paint from nature in the beginning. But I dont paint outside anymore. I want to go beyond. Sometimes I begin with sketches, even snapshots, but the pictures are just a reference a starting point, I dont paint from them
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I want mood, movement, feeling. An interpretation of what Ive seen. Sometimes people will say, about one of my paintings, I think I know this place, and I think Wonderful, Ive captured a sense. Thats my purpose. I take pleasure in the communication, pushing for simplicity. There is a fine point, a line between knowledge and feeling. My work is just beyond technique I hope more depth than style
I am pleased, but I am never satisfied.
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