Mitchell’s paintings are complex, but captivating. “If I don’t feel what I’m doing there’s no point in it. Real. Felt is the only word you’d say. There has to be meaning to what you’re putting on.”

Mitchell’s paintings are complex, but captivating. “If I don’t feel what I’m doing there’s no point in it. Real. Felt is the only word you’d say. There has to be meaning to what you’re putting on.”
The simplicity of his forms serves as a vessel for the emotional heaviness of the themes that dominate his work; loss, war, work, poverty.
Straight lines, the absence of extravagance and her well thought-out choice of colors for each of her paintings make for a cohesive body of abstracts that are nothing like the work of her female contemporaries.
Choosing to curate paintings of women is a bold statement at this end of the year exhibition for both the Theocharakis Foundation and the National Gallery. And this one is definitely a must.
It’s only when we start trying to get out of our own skin and into the artist’s that we can see ourselves in it.