I am a painter with an affinity towards Maria Helena Vieira da Silva, Brice Marden,

Matisse, Moralis, Cezanne, Richard Diebenkorn, Caravaggio, Rembrandt,

Tintoretto, Masaccio, Whistler, Monet, Pollock, Rothko, Mondrian, Bazaine,

Giacometti, Morandi, and many more.

I have gradually moved towards non-objective abstraction, but carry realistic tonal

relationships. I think painting is like philosophy. To make it one has to be serious

about it, even when mocking at it, and has to operate within certain boundaries for

the work to compare to its ancient, past, and late history.

When ever I am called to write something about my work, there arise the same

questions: Should I talk about something which after all is only silent? Am I helping

anyone talking about it? The answer to both questions is no.

The more I read about it, the more I pass on to my students. Only a handful of them

are willing to accept the difficulty that comes with it. Fewer will take on the task of

thinking and writing about it. Looking isn’t hard. Seeing is harder. Demystifying art,

now this I’d like to be there when it happens.

Perhaps what makes it interesting is its democratic character. There is no one way

of interpreting it. Painting is safe, in a way; safe from Plato, Lyotard, or any other

person who has written about it. The same goes for people who practiced it,

Picasso, Duchamp, Miro.

It will always be there for someone to study, to try to see, to listen to the subtle

nuances that give it that special character only compared to music, seducing the

senses, analyzing it.

George-Andrew Makridis

Exhibition opening 14 January 2013

IONION CENTER FOR THE ARTS AND CULTURE.