Fionn Wilson The Lady on Black
She came to me one morning, one lonely Sunday morning … I first discovered one of Fionn Wilson’s paintings on Facebook on a lonely Sunday morning. It was a cherry, a very lonely cherry. The cherry was thick, black, luscious, tempting, tasty and gone: I had to buy it right off the rack, and did.
Later, when the cherry, fortunately not out of real sweet and red flesh but painted with very rich acrylics on canvas, arrived in my barn and was put up the wall, it happened to me again: Hunger. Desire. Longing.
It took some time for me, a complete no-know about art and painting, to figure out why this poor cherry attained and gained and deserved so much of my attention. The answer was: black.
If you love something really intensively, you need contrast. If you adore classical piano music (I do), you need silence, before, after and even while you are listening. If you want people to focus on one single cherry (when was the last time you did?), give it a lot of black around it.