I remember the vibrant chaos of the 80s, the era that shaped my youth. Denim jackets and jeans were our uniform, paired with wild ‘war’ makeup, teased bangs, and tragic perms (seriously, why didn’t anyone stop us?). It was a time of endless discos, where pop, rock, metal, and punk collided, filling our weekends with music and dancing. Summer cinemas spilled movie soundtracks into the night air for miles. Saturday Night Fever, Flashdance, Heavenly Bodies ruled our imaginations. I can still see myself strutting home from the disco, channeling Travolta under the glow of night streetlights. Or those winter nights, alone in a big house, jumping to the ceiling as the speakers blared at full volume.
It was the era of the last romantics – Whitesnake or Kingdom Come crooning on the airwaves, boys nervously asking girls to dance, stomping in sync to the rhythm, sharing their first kiss, and walking hand-in-hand into the night. We believed the world was wide open for us, that the Cold War’s end would bring peace and joy. Music and dance were supposed to unite us all.
My painting is a love letter to that golden era – my “green” youth and the time of the last romantics. It captures the spirit of a disco floor where faces blur into the glow of the mirror ball, and the only thing clearly visible is the movement of legs bathed in shifting blue and orange light. That’s why the piece is painted in an abstract style, with bold, expressive brushstrokes and vibrant contrasts. It’s a tribute to the fans of the 80s – a little piece of nostalgia for everyone who still feels the rhythm of those unforgettable days.
Do you hear the music looking at my art? 😉
