« Breathing of clouds, freely me »

The captivating work of Amirah Gazel, rubbing the strings of the mood of the one who looking at the fabrics, distinguish in the artworks, one's ability to imagine, who wanted to accompany the artist in the maze of eternal becoming, to break the tragic game time.

The exploration of another painting, the dreams that open spaces of great expressive autonomy, in the absolute purity of forms. The fulfillment of a destiny that is the stigma of being. The destination path is not quite marked, but its completion is fatal.

In the final momentum we go onto the unknown, but we are going somewhere, while in evasion we do not aspire something else but to get out.

Amirah Gazel´s painting is an escape. Avoidance is the need to get out of her own being, to break with the more unforgivable roots, the fact that the being itself becomes himself.

The front vision, the style ranging from constructivism and metaphysics, with figurative forms, primitive and sometimes innocent, always retain her distinctive line, which fully legitimized her as a very interesting artist of the contemporary era.

« Cio che mi vado rassomigliando » (« Me on the way of looking like »), is a fabric fully load with unique dominant yellows, lilacs and violets, of countryside greens, of an arc in which a cloud race pursuit freedom, running away from the black figure of the past to derail the tracks a long sentimental journey.

The majesty of « Paesaggio Adriatico » (« Adriatic Landscape ») and « Momento di riflessione dopo un giorno di festa »  (« Moment of reflection after a day of party »), are one of her favorite subjects, because they are the point of an intense reprocess. Are her interpretations of the world and at the same time reveals her relationship with the outside.

Each work of Amirah Gazel is offered in the form of language in which the color is in constant movement in a harmonic and searching freedom. The artist messages transmitted in such a complexes way, in which an inventory of magic meanings occurs . The inner ghost is stirred in this search, remade a fragment of reality , raised and remodeled for a wait to come, in which the element has an straight  figurative key role.

And in « Paesaggio with pyramid »   («Landscape with pyramid»), the textile monitor the events of the wandering soul, the pleasure of looking onto " melancholy " is like Emmanuel Levinas wrote :" The plundering of discomfort '.

« The Percezione took a lampo to risveglio »  («The perception of lightning when awakening »), is the loneliness of the day, revealed by the previous night. As the feeling you expected, when dreams replaces sleep. The visions, ghosts, the dreams itself that are nothing more than the illusion of that empty night. Maurice Blanchot wrote, " which appears in the night is the night that appears and alienation not only comes from something invisible that can be seen under darkness" then it would be invisible what reveals all.

« La ragazza che fugge »  (« The girl who escapes »), thinks of the consequences of love, to the price of freedom , to the excesses of passion. Robert Desnos says: " Love is a privilege of the few, willing to take all kind of adventures and to risk the minimum of life given to ordinary mortals, hoping to find at the end, the adversary with whom to walk shoulder to shoulder, always on the defensive, and despite himself, in total abandonment. "

But Love is not consumed between relationships that pass between humans, and is living in the excitement of the freedom to pursue that model, that dream that resides the space of the artist.

Observed in the whole, the work of Amirah Gazel hold pieces of a broken mirror, splinters that reflect different images of a single reality, becoming someone else, mutating through the singular stress generated by diversity of topics that make the unattainable goal to get away.

Static figures that goes away, slowly, with anxiety or no concern, with a pink face, pink or black, look at you, going from right to left, up, down, in all possible directions, like clouds. Masks, mannequins, tables, bricks, skies and clouds, moon phases and blue dreams, red lips, enchanted mosaics, walls, windows without glass, these dreams behind the arch of the church and more ovals this time not in bone, unsent sift messages, woman, a black bird, forest, a look to the search of a flower.

The whole world is unrolled before her eyes and in the distance a heart of clouds, a couple of lovers, blond hair in the wind, a golden sword, that in the other side has a face that the artist ignored