Franz Kaindl appreciates at Maria
Ohmayer the immense impulsiveness of portrayal. Unimportant, if she draws,
colour paints or oil-paints, each of her very own artistical activities
gets a sign of spontaneity. The immediate experience is the starting -
and hingepoint of her art: The place she lives in, the people entering
her sight, special emotional events, the flowers delighting her eyes. With
competent painted lines, sharp and exact, than again more broad and softly
wiped with the thumb, the subject of arty interest is brought on a just
ready sheet of paper. |