Fionn Wilson

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.

Still life with cherry and stone (2012)

I bought more paintings of Mrs. Fionn Wilson. Unfortunately, she ran out of cherries.

But: The three of the places meaningful to my life were Paris, London and NYC. (FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DO NOT KNOW: TODAY IT IS RYSUM.) The good news: Fionn painted all three of them: Pont Neuf, St. Pauls and Brooklyn Bridge.

I now am the happy owner of a very special memory board, and I am a collector of paintings by Fionn Wilson.

After I completed my collection, I looked at it from time to time (it is not all about shopping, only), wondering why they caught my eye to that extent. The answer, again, is: black. How much light can be thrown on objects special to us, how much focus can be drawn to our attention if we have a strong commitment to black.

Kathrin Haarstick