The Somnambule, the Moth, the Mechanic & the Aesthete



There must be a very precise and complicated mind behind such images – somebody who watches, lets things pass by and calmly follows her own fascinations…Tineidae’s works make mechanism, antennas, patterns, entire constructs or something as simple as a lonely street in a city come alive in ways found only in the most particularly pleasing of nightmares and visions.




The beauty of her style lies in the way she makes her own thoughts visible, they twist and flutter about her subject, goading it, leading it and fragmenting it.





She, or a figure that I take as a representation of her, I don’t know what she looks like, appears from time to time and brings with her the feel of endless and quiet corridors and streets, of nighttime, 4 am dead quiet, accented and not broken by the occasional yelps of territorial dogs, smash of disused bottles, utopian mutterings of sleepy drunks…or higher music, born out of silence, that lifts you up into darkness and makes you see things...







Whenever she is not drawing silence, she is drawing sound in a psychedelic blood-rush of images, underwater shapes that appear on the corneas of sharp eyes, images that flash and dance through undetectable cracks into your skull, taking you through dream-twisted places not by the straight and purposeful flight of a bird but by the random and distracted flutterings of a Moth – an insect which she has taken a particular liking to.



The clockwork and an order of the scientific and intellectual kind appear whenever she constructs her dreams like toys and apparati and from a Moth she turns into a Mechanic of the subtlest art and order…her building and machinery have such a completeness to them, you expect her to know where every pipe is laid and every screw and wheel is spinning and that she is simply laying out a blueprint for the cities and the veins of traffic of her mind.




Portraiture, a portraiture of types and minds not so much of personalities, she turns to rarely, but always with the delightful effect of appreciation of the subject’s absurdity.



And absurd, archetypal, plain aesthetic figures feature largely in her art – moths again and owls and drinkers of ink, all crowding round the light that she has lit during undisturbed periods of open eyed dreaming. There is humour and lightness in her work, playfulness filtered through her artistic, pattern-making and musical view of the world…



Her aestheticism and intelligence comes out best, to my mind, in her illustrations, be they of songs, of poems or of stories…





Tineidae turns out to be an excellent, attentive and clever illustrator. Her illustrations of poems are a language unto itself and, even not knowing the topic of the poem in question or the mood it sets, one cannot help but be fascinated by the intricate symbolism of her drawings, which, through their very style, seem like words halfway caught during their transformation into thoughts. There must be a very precise and complicated mind behind such images…



These are a few impressions of an artist who seems to open new doors with every of her images, offering you new riches from a mind already copiously rich, and all that I can offer by my hyperboles is the chance to experience her world for yourself…Go and visit her and know that there is thoughtfulness and hard work and behind all of this there are a somnambule, a moth, a mechanic, an aesthete…who knows what else? An aviationist, perhaps...?



Find out. Enjoy.