Cityscapes of the Mind Vol2

This is a work of the imagination depicting cities that did exist or may exist in the future, in a different world, or in an alternate reality, or in a lost, forgotten past. Mostly, they are beautiful cities, parklike, majestic, full of grand towers and crystal-clear canals and waterways.Thomas Jewusiak is a contemporary painter who works in oil on linen canvas. He graduated from Fordham College and has been painting street scenes and architecturally interesting buildings for most of his adult life. He sells his work through private commissions and exhibits in various galleries. He paints in a highly detailed style that creates an illusion of reality, but also reveals his subjective and imaginative vision. He sometimes paints places that exist only in his mind or that are based on a combination of different scenes'Artist’s Statement: I reject the description of the style of my painting as photorealistic. I make no attempt to duplicate a photograph. Although there can be a valid artistic point in doing this, it is decidedly not my point. I attempt to communicate a reality or rather an illusion of actuality, as perceived by the eye and mind that is more intense, more concentrated than that which can be captured by the camera and lens alone. I also attempt a more honest portrayal of what is real than can be produced by the simple photograph. Since many of my paintings are purely conceptual, existing originally only in the imagination, or as a distillation or manipulation of many separate scenes that may exist, did exist or I think existed, the charge of 'merely' duplicating a photograph is particularly galling. By representing the finest detail in paint I attempt to foster the illusion, (or foist the illusion), to give a perceived concrete existence to a pure product of the interpretive imagination. The sometimes excruciating detail is fundamental to the intended impression, a sleight of hand (or eye), where we are perhaps distracted by the minutia, enamored of it and thus lulled into a forgetfulness that the whole is artifice, an elaborate construct that takes on a life entirely its own, an exaggerated reality so real that it seems dream-like, a dream more real than waking.'