Roy Sfeir’s aerial, assertive and tense painting is a fabulous breath of mental oxygen. With an insidious active presence, each work seems elusive and detached, like an ephemeral wing of light, like a fragile sketch of infinite expanse. Like the sharp wake of what could enlighten humanity, beyond the poor certainties of the intellect. The depths of the interior are territories of creation, inhabited by signs of ephemeral immensity. ​ Weightless painting, oxygenated from within, and always detached from the burdens of reality, even though, here and there, allusive vital charges sign the presence of fine bruises, tenuous wounds, and secret memories. Everything passes through these very sensitive symbols which endlessly respond to each other in echoes and endlessly wander. Improbable talismans of life appear, in subtle writing of space, in fluid stains of intimate existence...

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Christian Noorbergen