Gayle Renee :

Art that introduces the artist suggests a sort of candid confidence in one’s work, but G’ReNee simply suggests she’s an imposter of the very thing she’s inherently good at doing.  Every sitting requires a sobering glass of wine else sheer intimidation of ruining the canvas would stay her hand, ironically.  But precision is not the goal G’ReNee strives to accomplish in her flush modern paintings.  Her affinity goes to colors and shapes.  Look at one and you see a cavity in the sun, a melodic blend of soul setting rays because if you look at the sun directly, your eyes would blister.  So she takes you where you want to be, past your immediate encounter, and into something tunneling, traveling where color, alas, is explained as you sense it—but not on purpose.  Do not be fooled by the formless form of her fluid compositions.  She is neither student nor study; her work is product of just gross creativity.  Talent.  And what you need to know about her is right in front of you—daring you to go ahead and take it—art for art’s sake.  For G’ReNee, it’s righteous release the moment her brushes touch her canvas.  And why not?  The anxiety a blank canvas perpetuates on any unassuming artist is overwhelming.  Her remedy?  Mix a little urban house music with another glass of Shiraz, a few nudges by her iconic muse, JR, and she paints blue—for all it’s worth.  It’s purely non-emotional.  It’s shape; it’s color; it’s the raw idea coming into form and for god sake, it’s not therapy.  She has Manhattan for that.

Written By: Rhonda George