Blå explosion 1991

Curator: Ah, this one always makes me think... This is Rune Jansson’s "Blå explosion" from 1991, mixed media including acrylic on canvas. Look at those bold strokes, the textures. Makes you feel something, right? Editor: It does, in a slightly unsettling way. My first thought is chaos. A very controlled chaos, granted, but still. The upward thrust of the strokes, the contrasting colors…it’s all a bit overwhelming, isn’t it? Curator: Overwhelming can be good! It’s an explosion, after all. The “Blå” part—that’s blue in Swedish—does ground it a bit, gives it a cool anchor amidst all that energy. I wonder what was going through his head that year, y’know? Big things were happening, big shifts... Editor: Interesting that you mention the Swedish connection. There’s a distinct Nordic quality in that use of blue. And the composition, while seemingly spontaneous, demonstrates a very deliberate arrangement of the pictorial space. See how the lines converge yet never truly meet? It creates a tension. Curator: Yeah, like holding your breath waiting for something big to happen. Jansson had a knack for capturing that liminal space, that edge-of-the-world feeling. Makes you wanna reach out and touch it, see if it’s wet. Editor: I can see how that would appeal. From a formal perspective, the impasto technique is quite effective. The raised texture creates shadows and highlights, adding another layer of complexity to what might otherwise be simple, almost primitive, gestures. Curator: Primitive, maybe, in the way nature is. Raw. But never simple. Each line, each blot…it’s all part of the story, a hidden language we’re only just starting to understand, perhaps. Makes me think of family, change, joy. Editor: Precisely. Jansson creates an evocative statement without resorting to literal representation. His ability to articulate emotion purely through form and color—that’s what’s truly impressive about "Blå explosion." Curator: Right? Art like this invites us into the mystery. We can dive deep, dissect its bones, or simply float in its aura. The work whispers...What is art after all, without this open feeling, right?