Art Obsession: Grace Weaver
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I first heard about Grace Weaver in Juxtapoz, where she gave a fantastic interview complete with lots of photos of the doll-like artist in her studio, surrounded by giant canvases.

I’m completely dumbfounded by her use of color and shape. These saturated, warm colors wash over you in the same way a Matisse or the sun on a really sunny day does. It’s a beautiful feeling, to lose yourself in a painting like that.

From her Juxtapoz interview:

Recently, I’ve become obsessed with the possibility for color to say something about this precise cultural moment. More and more, I’m trying to expand the sources from which I steal color and put it into the paintings. For example, I’ve always loved when a woman with a serious spray-tan (the kind that verges on orange) uses a super pale, baby pink lipstick. That color combination is kind of fascinating in how it treads the line between pretty and grotesque. It’s so temporally specific, evidence of a very 21st century approach to color.

You don’t have to look a lot further from the idea of “millennial pink” to see how much one color can say about a generation and a moment in time. Millennial pink is a muddy and uncertain color, cute without being juvenile, neutral without being serious. We’re living in a strange moment, color-wise. If you walk into any mid-level clothing store—a Zara or an H&M—there are so many odd quaternary colors on display—dusty lilac, dirty olive, rusty orange. We’re definitely not living in a primary-colored moment. Color has the potential to connect both to the distant past and to the current moment. 

Do you have a favorite color at the moment? 
I have a kind of unreasonable attraction to pink. My favorite color, if I had to choose, is probably a medium pink, as artificial as possible. Golden’s Medium Magenta is pretty close to perfect. I also love Holbein’s Brilliant Pink. 

Variations of red, orange and pink have always held so much appeal to me. I think it’s because of their proximity to flesh tones; they come so viscerally close to flesh without being naturalistic. In a dumb way, literal warm colors are a way to make a painting as metaphorically warm as possible. I want the paintings to be accessible, and even attractive and inviting.