Latvia

A cloud which fell quasi-dramatically, like tragic Icarus, a victim of an excessive ambition (his wings a Proustian memory-landscape in ruins); a lost petal in a corner, acting as a shelter in times of turmoil and uncertainty... This is Amanda Ziemele’s newly defined painting as a spatial extravaganza of irregular geometry and organic volume.
Precision and modesty equal poetry in the painterly environments of Amanda, which are choreographed in a masterful way across all parameters of a given space. Here, the painting is a performative act: stripped bare, it wanders across the room, adorns the doorway, levitates over the ceiling, adapting classical architectural components by almost mimicking them in a freestyle embrace. Amanda’s is a generous gesture — towards the painting itself, towards space, as well as (and perhaps most importantly) towards the viewer.
Here, the painting appears as a sensual practice, with attention to materiality, with a focus on texture, with gentle narrative nods towards childhood, memory, the need for protection, a critical nostalgia.
This is Amanda’s version of a mature space, a counter-phantasmagoria, resisting exhaustion and fatigue, a space with an attitude, ready to think and host the irregular world of contemporary society. The healing — the necessity of healing — is what Amanda’s project ultimately offers to us.