Oro Fine Art Gallery

«Relax, baby. Let Howie Wowie set the mood, I’m throwin’ on some Barry White, kick ‘ya shoes off, I’m turnin’ down the lights… Aw yeah, that’s right baby. Can’t get enougha yo love, baby. Settle yo pretty self in front of that fire place, go on, make yo’self comfortable on that tiger skin rug. Here’s a little more champagne, those bubbles sparkle like yo eyes, baby. You know, it’s been a while since you and I ah… spent time together. And now that I’m with ya, I have to tell ya, you’re lookin’ finer than ever. That’s right, baby.»
I think I just intentionally avoided writing a review of this art gallery because I had an impossible time imagining how I would so. The main artist at this gallery, Ricardo Chavez-​Mendez, is unquestionably talented, to such a degree that it’s hard to believe he’s ever produced anything sub-​par. His imagery combines ancient South American and traditional New Mexican folklore and spirituality with a style uniquely his own, curvismo, which is something like O’Keefe on peyote. Vibrant, absorbing and busy, these canvasses really shine, occasionally in directions I don’t feel like going, like the whole dolphins-​in-​a-​pastel-​ocean place.
In my limited experience the artist is always in-​house, creating, and he’s an incredibly welcoming and friendly presence. If you have a minute, he’ll likely walk you through his creative process and give you some insight into how these canvasses are born. So go on, walk in, take your time, there’s plenty to look at here.
Oh, and then there are all of those paintings of the naked ladies…
«Aw, yeah…»