Annie Galvin paints anxious girls, Mexican wrestlers, golden bears in thoughtful repose, flowers and vines, swearing French women, spies in fur hats on Russian book pages, trees losing their leaves, whimsical icons, ubiquitous street signs guiding the way through the city she loves, suitcases empty and suitcases packed.
Her artwork represents frozen moments in time, evocative, allegorical. What did that letter say? What is that bear thinking? Is that gun loaded? What is making her swear? Where is this place? Who lives here?
Annie Galvin lives here. Welcome to her world.