Barely existing in this densely populated metropolis, wrought in sheer pessimism, confronted with fallacies, suffered by drudgeries, a painter has to do what he only knows and what he does best–to depict alternate realities; one that uplifts the spirits in a virtual realm on canvas, and in the words of award-winning artist Jaime Gubaton in a “surreal-without-the-savage” manner. Reprising this inherent artistic commitment Gubaton sought to overcome even his own artistic predicament by developing a visual style and created unique ethereal and endearing locales.
Positive as Gubaton’s disposition has always been, his children are fondly depicted like his own, playing in front of him, exhibiting that reserved smirk, beaming with adoring eyes that making us feel most human when all hope is lost. Meanwhile Gubaton retreats and pursues his women by favorably decorating them in organic brushstrokes employing in an aesthetic art nouveau extent. By embracing them with floral configurations he conceals their fears and assures them of their welfare and well being. Here Gubaton is most effective.
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Viewing Gubaton’s initial solo exhibition one feels the lightness of his or her being; they are sensate in appeal, scenic in visual, the feeling is almost infectious. The harder and longer you look at each piece, the deeper they heal the collective wounds of our foreboding memory and fading identity. And for Gubaton, he is just getting started.
About the Artist