Fusionartists Group Exhibition

The most recent group exhibition of Fusionartists was held from May 9th through 29th at  Creative Art Center Gallery in Burbank, California. This group exhibition displayed creations of the Southern California Fusionartists who have explored fusing the arts through engaging all senses. 

Nine Fusionartists, from Santa Barbara to San Diego were featured in the show: Lydia Arbizo (Fallbrook), Bebe Brookman (San Diego), Haleh Davoudi (Burbank), Amber Goldhammer (Santa Monica), Aazam Irilian Santa Clarita), Zoya Krioukova (Santa Monica), Barbara Mcvey (San Diego), Isabelle Ribuot (Santa Barbara), and Vida Shajie (Huntington Beach).

This group of exhibiting Fusionartists came together to share their creative process, art and souls’ visions, translated through vibrant colors and forms dancing onto the canvas. Their purpose is to promote and develop the power of creativity that lives within every person and is always ready to be expressed.

Following are some more images from the opening reception

 

"Fusionartists create, they strive to develop the feeling of the spirit taking and guiding them as if they are masters of love at work. They feel the spirit move beyond the body, to the face of love.

In a way, Fusionartists feel connected enough to claim that they are more lovers than painters, and the true concepts of their artworks dwell beyond the veil of the visual images. The primary purpose of their creativity is not to sell paintings, for they are moved by a different, deeper, and more interior call spurred on by the spirit of love. It is a beautiful alignment with the light and joy of a meaningful life. Through painting with each other, Fusionartists discover what a powerful attraction Love can be."

by Parviz Nafari

Not too far north of Ventura Blvd. On Balboa Blvd. In Encino sits a two story building as Encino Community Center. Once every month, on the second Saturday, a few show up to treat themselves to a day of painting and experiencing the art of living. They arrive with their bags of tools, brushes and paints in one hand while holding the wooden edge of a canvas that soon would turn into reflections of their hearts.  

Rassouli arranged us in a circle and began the day with a little talk about Attar and his Conference of the Birds and planted the seeds of metaphors on the tips of our fingers and wished us a moment of inspiration and a day of growing souls. I left the room with the tips of my fingers tingling with the vibrations of an unknown sensation and found myself a little spot among my fellow travelers.

I had not painted before and as I recall the moment in my mind’s eye I am certain that this went unnoticed by the way that I set the easel, put my canvas on it, and began to ornate the borrowed table with the tubes of brilliant acrylics that I had brought with me. I was standing on top of the order of the fellow participants, looking down the two rows of easels, and began moving my body to the music that was suddenly in the air and staring at the white canvas in front of me. I went to work and did not come back until the music stopped and lunch was announced. Couple hours had passed and before my earthy eyes opened again I turned the third eye to the magic that was flying in that hallway. There I saw Psyche and Eros hovering in the air and whispering joy in every heart. We were all awake and standing back a step or two to see what had grown out of those blessed fingertips. Then I looked down at my feet and the ground they were standing on. There I saw my divine land under me and knew that for arriving there I did not have to go the Ganges River or Jerusalem;  Encino does just fine.

The ritual continued through sharing bread and water and ended with an intimate discussion of our works. After a second going in the studio, I found myself sitting in a circle again inside the room where we were initiated in the morning and discussing our works of art. One by one we took turns and told tails of our experiences. Words at his time do not cover the texture of the day in a coherent and concrete way. The colors of the works and the feel of the canvases were of the magical world of experience, not the realm of semantics. I am sitting in the middle of my living room now with the two canvas souvenirs that I have brought back with me, looking at them, and wondering about the possibilities of not only projecting more of my imagination onto a piece of cloth, but brushing out the rough edges of my mere existence with creative strokes of pure light.