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March 2, 2007 | by  | in Visual Arts |
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Alison Coulthurst

Fisher Galleries, 154 Featherston Street, February 24 – March 10

Beauty and emotion come with a high price tag at Alison Coulthurst’s exhibition at Fisher Galleries on Featherston Street. I thought these paintings were some of the best I’d seen, so I suppose that the average price of $5,000 was justified. A Zimbabwe national, Alison Coulthurst moved to South Africa to study fine arts and graphic design before settling in England. In the early 1990s she relocated to Sydney, setting up her own creative agency which concentrated on branding. Frustrated with the increased focus of computer technology as a creative force in the workforce, Coulthurst began to experiment with painting for personal enjoyment in 2001. Her paintings have been represented internationally in Rome, London, Sydney as well as here in Wellington, Auckland and Christchurch.I found her style to be a blazing form of abstract expressionism. Coulthurst describes it as an extension of her non-conformist outlook on life. She is capable of creating images which grab the individual and seek a response. For example, her painting ‘Beyond the Mind’, depicts a nondescript face hovering in the background, staring out of the canvas to meet the viewer’s eye. If you’re serious about art and intend to build a collection after your student debt is paid off, keep your eye out for Coulthurst’s works.

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