Asuka Takahashi

And here we are, catapulted once again into a scratchy, vivid and energetic world. Asuka's works are a hymn to the purest creative spark, to the elaboration, through the language of art and art and its materials, of that desire for expressiveness inherent in the most hidden corner of the human soul. Not surprisingly, his works shout instinctiveness, producing in the viewer a whirlwind of emotions at times violent, at times calm. It is the force of the dull and vibrant color, of the quick and marked gesture, of the line that breaks, arches and then reconstitutes itself. Last time, I juxtaposed Asuka's art with examples of Art Brut. Talking about this type of art seemed like a compulsory choice as the artist is consciously inspired by that art movement. After the historical excursus, it is time to talk about the more private and intimate side of Asuka Takakashi's art. It is not easy to line up the feelings and sensations we feel when we look at her works. In fact, what we perceive is a kind of whirlwind of primal states of mind swirling in our souls. Emotions, at times inflamed like hurricanes of fire, at other times as light as fresh morning air add up on each other producing instinctive, archetypal feelings in us. These are states of mind that we, human beings, no longer remembered to perceive, too entangled in the monotony of daily living, too focused on categorizing sensations with sharp, precise words. Asuka, with her works, brings us back to a primitive status of disruptive, satisfying and swirling emotions that destabilize the human soul, because that is how it should be.