Boredom and fabrics. Both recall the warmth of home, that comfortable sense of immutability that surrounds you when you drink a glass of wine, many glasses of wine, one evening, many evenings, sitting on the sofa at home or, sometimes, on the floor to have the slightest illusion of novelty.
Hope Gangloff paints this. His subjects integrate perfectly with the colored backgrounds of his paintings, the only thing that emerges is the face or, better, the expression of the faces: the fixity, the tiredness, the thoughts.
At the same time, he recalls Egon Schiele for the shapes of the bodies, Gustav Klimt for the textures and Paul Gauguin for the lack of spatial depth given by the particular use of color. All fused into a strident and, at the same time, harmonious whole.
It is easy to imagine yourself in a painting by Gangloff smoking a cigarette lying on the bed, wondering if you should put on a new jacket and go out or open another bottle and stay and fix the ceiling.
