Art
HAJNI YOSIFOV The Discovery of Your Own Verse
Hajni Yosifov Hajni Yosifov is a seasoned artist from Romania. Since her move to Canada in the 1990’s, she has participated in more than 270 exhibitions in diverse regions such as Ontario, Saskatchewan, British Columbia amongst others. She started a new chapter in North Vancouver called "My Painted Diary in Vancouver: Silk Purse Gallery". She holds postings and exhibits in West Vancouver, the Delta Arts Council, the Arts Council of New West Minister Gallery and the Seymour Art Gallery. She has been awarded the North Vancouver Honourable Mention for the Arts. Hajni's public collections are available for preview.
Hajni yosifov about herself… I started out as a Jewelery Designer back in Romania. It was the early 1990s, and I designed well balanced Gold Pieces. They were unique, intricate and thought provoking. But it also had to be very exact. Misplacing one linear element could evoke a completely different meaning. Eventually, I left Romania to discover Vancouver, Canada. And then, of course, there was outbreak of war in Romania, and there was devastation…
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Even though I lost everything, I found a necessary outlet in my paintings. It was here that I really cultivated a new way to communicate. I developed an urge, a passion, a necessary outlet in painting- I needed my art. It became a coping mechanism, an addiction, and so there were more and more and more paintings. Painting, was for me, lifesaving. It essentially gave me the courage to be vulnerable. It was a bridge for communication in a world where I felt confined/isolated. And it was when I was painting that I was the happiest. There was inner peace and clarity of mind. Interestingly enough the
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My painted diaries together with my poems endeavor to build a bridge between me and the world.
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end result is an image, an art-form in constant conflict. Just even a piece called "The Struggle for Beauty" – Examine it. You see the conflicts, the positive and negative elements, the thicker and thinner mood palette. It is not straightforward. There are many incongruencies and conflicts. There is no “Cinderella in her beautiful ballgown, glass slippers, purple wand with a horse and carriage”– we are so easily fooled! Because Cinderella’s experience was not beautiful at all. Nor was the pale color of her dress, or the transparency of her slippers. She was a woman – in constant conflict, in constant struggle. So, what is beauty then? And does beauty really have to struggle? It is a new perspective… And it sounds like an oxymoron.