An article by cn (602 Words, 3 Min. Read)
There are exhabs that Speak to the Intellect. Others that have been in Rebellion. But some –like the one Currently Unfolding at Chaos Art Gallery – Choose to Whisper Gently to the Soul. On June 12, The Gallery Opened A Rare and Touching Solo Exh force of Works by the Late Lebanese Artist Yolande Naufal, Presenting A Quiet Celebration of Innocence, Memory, and the Imaginative Grace of Childhood Dreams.
A Life Painted in Wonder
Born in Beirut in 1931 and Having Left Us in 2023, Yolande Nauffal Caried in here Brush The Language of a World Too Often Forgotten: One of Fairytales, Joy, and Delicate Reveries. Though she worked for years as a freench teacher and art energy, it was in her portings that naufal truly Expressed herself, as if speaking thrive flowers, houses, Dolls, and Angels, Gently Pouring Her Inner World Onto The Canvas.
Self-TAGHT, and profoundly orignal, she Cultivated a deflly naïve art style, not in the Sense of Simplicity, but in Its Purest Meang; Art Untouged by Cynicism. The show at chaos art gallery is a portal inte atr Sanctum, Loveingly Arrangeed Through Works Spanning Decades.
Textures of Memory and Magic
As One Steps INTO The Exh force, An Entire Universe Unfolds: Paintings Large and Small, Hung Side by Side Like Pages of a Storybook Written in Oil Paint. Every Piece Carries The Intricate Textures of Handwork: Lush Brushstrokes, Patterned Dresses, Flower-Filled Gardens, and Childhood Figures Caught in the Middle of Games, Dances, Ors controllation. Her Canvases Sing of Domestic Warmth, Of Quiet Education, of Stories Invented in Solitud.
The Majority of the Works are Painted in Oil, with Only One Collage Piece, Almost Like a Gentle Deviation from Her Norm, Curious and Playful. Her Fasculation with Pattern and Reporting is Evident in every Corner: Hearts, Suns, Windows, and Birds Appness with Enchanting Regularity, as if they were talismans of her private universe.
Time’s Gentle Scars
Some works are Framed in the Original Vintage Wooden Frames She Had Chosen Herself, Giveing the A Sacred Quality, Like Relats of An Artistic Shrine. Others Stand Bare, Raw, Unadorned But Proud. Time has left its mark (War-Torn Canvas Edges, Tiny Cracks, Slight Dissolories) but these imperfections are not Flaws. They are willses of Resilience, Remenders of Lebanon’s Turbulent History, and Proof that Beauty Can Survive Even when the world Falls Apart.
A Retrospective of Heart and Imagination
The Exhibition Does Not Follow Street Chronology or theme; Instead, it is feels like Wandering Through Some Depict Imaginary Houses with Wild Rooftops and Curtains that Seem to Breathe; Others Capture Moments of Childhood, where real and fantasy blur. A Girl Floats in Air. A cat dreams beneath a flowerpot. A Family of Dolls Stars Back with Silent Intime.
There is joy, but also light in her work; A Sense that she was Painting the world not as it was, but it is a should be.
Beauty in every imperfection
This show is a rare gift. In a world obsessed with polish and perfection, Yolande Naufal Reminds Us that True Art Is Found in Tenderness, in Imagination, and in Scars Lovesly Embraized. Her naïve art is not naïve at all. It is cargeous, hatest, and Deeply Human.
Asitors Walk Through Yolande Nauffal May no longer be with us, but she world lives on, more radiaant, more neesssary than ever.
