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Strange woods
bring their memories.
Fence posts, old wooden drawers, ceilings, an armoire— it is all one long, unbroken canvas from which compositions and colours mix with brain waves and blood pressure, weather forecasts, weeds, horses, conversations with the children.
Chontos works in uncalculated compositions of colour, omitting the extraneous likes of contour and perspective, and letting the paint do what it will.
Materials, thoughts, movements, and surfaces. These elements are the treated with such reverence they too become the artists at work.
The old rendered wall answers how it will take the paint. The fence post determines the line of the brush. Strange woods bring their memories. Artifacts are so richly filled with textures and patinas – what could be a better canvas?
Odd treasures—grown, disused, and forgotten by nature and people—find a respectable new life.
Residing in Portugal, in the Serra Sao Mamede natural park, Chontos lives with her daughter and a following of animals: horses, dogs, a set of over-attached chickens. It is a life that has little in common with controlled and often contrived art world. And yet, all paths lead to art. Chontos works impulsively, intuitively, and does so out of necessity. Art is a way of living and a way of seeing.
“I have always found that I am incredibly impatient. It has been both an impediment and force of motivation for me. My ideas flash at me through what can only be described as visual assault. Once an idea enters my field of discovery it must become something. It may change and transform into variations on its original theme, but it will come to fruition. There is no letting it go. I must work through my questions, through my curiosities with the physical manifestation of something.”
A space of curiosities, movements, and materials.
