By the age of 13, he had made up his mind to become an artist and devote his life to the arts. The paintings from this period, many of them masterpieces, are a clear indication of the continual development of Kote's style and his fluidity and growth as an artist. They cried out 'Master, carest thou not that we perish? The painting the storm. As they set of all was quiet but then a fierce wind got up and they were soon being tossed about by the raging waves. Influenced by many places where he lived, Albanian-born artist Josef Kote began his journey towards artistic self-discovery in his youth and never looked back.
Jesus is now in heaven but we can look to Him in faith, knowing that He hears the cries of all those who call upon Him to help and save them. He was at the back of the boat—asleep! While still in school Kote also worked at a movie studio, and made a small but well-received animation film "Lisi". The years of practice and his 8-year solid art education had prepared the young artist well to pursue his life's quest of living and breathing art. The paintings of Josef Kote (b. Overwhelmed they must have longed for Jesus to be right there to save them in their hour of need—but where was Jesus? With the lightness of a true master's hand, he combines classic academic and abstract elements, fusing these, literally letting them run into each other with dripping rivulets of riveting colors and light. Peace in the midst of the storm painting blog. The colors grew bolder and his style became so unique that it cannot be ascribed to an existing genre.
They needn't have been so fearful because Jesus was with them all the time. One instance we read of that has real significance for troubled times is about Jesus stilling the storm. After a very successful 10 years in Greece, Kote was weary to rest on his laurels, and he moved to Toronto. From very young age he was endlessly drawing and had the innate urge to create. Painting of peace in the midst of a storm. Most of us are greatly troubled by things happening in the world today over which we have no control. There may also be things in our own lives that trouble us and cause us much anxiety. Here his paintings and style morphed again.
Just three words and immediately the wind ceased and the sea became calm. In 1984 Kote followed this amazing feat by being accepted into the "Academy of Fine Arts" of Tirana, where J. K was educated in the traditional approach of the old masters. The frightened crew woke Him up. This highly prolific painter, who works on his craft almost daily and long hours, is never satisfied, always seeking, always experimenting, and always growing. Like a rolling stone, Kote moved to New York, The Big Apple, in 2009. Did Jesus not hear the roaring of the wind, or feel the waves crashing into the boat or care about His friends anymore? In the Gospel according to Mark we read of just such a person who can help. It had set him on his lifelong journey to find his own unique style and language, to create stupendous paintings pulsating with the light and energy that he sees all around him. Already renowned for his beautiful portraits and scenic paintings, Kote now garnered additional kudos for his gorgeous cityscapes and snow scenes. Kote began his professional career as a scenographer at the Petro Marko Theatre in Vlore, but in late 90-s the 26-year-old artist grew restless and decided to debark to Greece, where the warmth of the Mediterranean sun and brilliant light infused his paintings in tone and style and lent them a more impressionistic air. His disciples were amazed that, unlike anyone else, Jesus had the power to control the wind and waves. Jesus knew all that was happening at that alarming time—He knows all things.
'The LORD is nigh unto all them that call upon him, to all that call upon him in truth' (Psalm 145. His color and style moved away from the impressionistic influence toward a more expressionistic feel. 1964) are symphonies of light and color. Highly respected, the young artist did well and received many important commissions, including in 1998 The Meeting of the Leaders for the Hellenic Cultural Union in Thessaloniki which depicted the Assembly of the Founders of Modern Greece, and a portrait in 2000 of the former president of Greece, Konstantinos Stephanopoulos, for the Greek community in Toronto. He said to the stormy wind and waves, 'Peace, be still'. Thanks to a host of avid collectors worldwide Kote saw his dream and years of labor come to fruition. Only the future will reveal the great heights his art will ascend. They are lyrically stunning and romantic, edgy and current. When we are that fearful, we need someone to be with us, someone who can help; someone who is not afraid and someone who can give us inner peace. Yet even as a student he wanted to break loose of the limitations, he wanted to experiment and grow, sometimes leave paintings seemingly unfinished, shatter the boundaries of classic realism.
Kote's trademarks are his bold brushwork and sweeping strokes of vibrant colors applied - more often than not - with a pallet knife, while other areas of the canvas are left monochromatic and devoid of detail creating a negative space that lets the eye drift to infinity. Ultimately, after competing locally and nationally, he was awarded a coveted spot at "National Lyceum of Arts" in Tirana. The same Jesus that spoke to calm the wind and waves is still able to subdue the storms in the world and in our lives too. In 1988 Kote graduated with a diploma in painting and scenography. Jesus' disciples were terrified, fearing they would sink as the boat was filling with water. Kote achieves this delicate balance of seemingly contradictory qualities through his complete mastery of technique, and through years of experimenting to find his own unique style.
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