A place in Mexico called Litibu. There was a beach. A rock land. Cliffs. In the twilight the algae mask that covered the rocks shimmered neon green. Then the sea hit the shore and Linda thought “These rocks are here. They’re just here.” And she stayed on them for a while. Just lingering.
What did you think about, Linda?
“What the hell next? In that moment, I paused. Something moved in me.”
She hiked over the rocks. They were intimidating. Black. And vivid. There was a contrast there. Six months later back in Paris Linda grabbed her crayons. She drew sketches. She likes to draw. When she’s drawing she feels closer to the paper surface. She wanted to paint with her fingers. Smudge her hands with ink. Use acrylic paint as if it were aquarelle. Try oil pastel sticks. Futz. See what the sketches would look like in a bigger size. Repetitions! Interpret one sketch over and over and over again. No planning! Just see what happens.
Her previous works barely contain any neon. Neon. Too trendy. “Now I had to,”she tells me and continues “In Mexico the colors explode! ”She wanted to use colors to the maximum. Poke the edge, see what is too much, paint with crayons, use every color possible. And all the shades of every color! Then she pauses, sighs gently and continues leisurely, “I really don’t like colors on their own. Just the combinations of them.”
Some of the works are figurative. Some have broken into abstractions. Atmospheres. Memories of something. That place. Litibu. It is still in Linda’s mind. She has processed it tens of times.
1, 2, 3. “These are the most important ones to me,”Linda points out three figurative works with naked bodies entangled with each other. She talks about wounds. And scars. About what happens when two people meet. And when observed from a different angle. A cocktail glass! Or a vagina? It intoxicates. The bodies shimmer in various colors. Sliding against each other covered in algae. Creating a rock land. Symbolism. She says she wants to hide behind it. And then she notes “Today the square means this. Tomorrow it means something else.”
Linda Linko’s exhibition Drunk From Love at Garden Room
Kämp Garden, Pohjoisesplanadi 33, Helsinki