Mina Nagao

In the rapid and indistinct flow of the much exalted race, typical of modernity, we many times pose the problem of imposing ourselves in the best possible way: our personalities, our passions, our affections, the hierarchies of relationships that we build and destroy constitute the plots of a subjectivity that we are all too used, in the wake of the 'extremely individualistic approach proper to us children of modern times, to flaunt loudly without dwelling too much on an articulate and profound investigation of ourselves. The reality in which we live wants us to be quick to dialogue, quick to solve problems, pragmatic, multitasking, flexible, and well disposed toward sudden changes that, certainly can be an asset, but should never be considered from the perspective of an iron imposition that risks turning any of us who feel compelled to protect our roots into a hopeless doom. Art making these days is something that takes too much time, too much reasoning, and, like all things that are not immediate, let's drop the idea of creating. Too many times the ingenuity and the spark of creativity is swamped by the disturbing speed of everyday life. Yet, when one listens to one's need to make, works are born that reveal within their peculiarities all that wave of inspiration that has remained suppressed for too long. This is how Mina creates her works. Moments of pause and ordinary everyday life followed by creative explosions that ignite her soul with color. The need to create does not stop and it is in these moments that Mina lets out creative intuition. Thanks to this extemporaneous and temporally limited act of creation, her compositions are so expressive, so violent in the force of color.