His pictures are devoid of any narrative or emotional intention. Johnstone does not seek to relate a story or stir emotions with the immediate beauty of a sunset, or surprise us with an old 1950s US classic car still miraculously moving about the streets taking us back to prerevolutionary Mafia days. The objects captured by this artist are stripped of all content— they cease to be trucks, cars, buildings, umbrellas, buses, walls, cars, an abandoned pool or a basketball court. They become pure forms which are integrated into cleverly calculated compositions where nothing is fortuitous: spatial layouts, angles, lines that intersect each other or stretch out, curves that close up, textures that are contrasted or blended, shadows that delimit or fragmentize, and colours that disharmonize or complement each other. An abstraction for perceiving the city in a very different light, this is indeed a stark new Havana. |
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