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Holly Boruck
Portfolio Artist Statement Online Information ![]() The human condition our self-inflicted chaos over and over Oil, silkscreen on gessoed paper, 40x30", ©2006 ![]() Metamorphosis a release from turmoil seeking a way out? Oil on gessoed paper, 23x28", ©2006 This new body of work began with a series of sketches that really just kind of poured out of me as an exercise of 'non-thinking' and uncensored expressions, an interior journey. As I continued the process, repeated themes and imagery began to emerge and I believe I have found some keys to their meaning. There is an expression of the fragility of life and an anxiety born out of a creeping communal and personal sense of malaise. Clearly one of my concerns circles around the instability of the definition of 'reality'. The double-edged sword of scientific progress has altered our understanding of the primary elements of nature through genetic modifications, nanotechnologies, cyborg manifestations, hybrid this and that etc. But I am ambivalent - I have a personal connection, and reliance upon, the life saving value of recent medical discoveries and treatments. Another concern is the renewed threat of atomic annihilation through terrorist acts, real and imagined. The global climate of inadequate political and socio/cultural dialogues have produced fear mongering propaganda instead of constructive diplomacy. The consequences of decades of colonial and imperial tyranny are coming home to roost, resulting in simmering and explosive global unrest. Where once I had a rock solid belief that we humans were mostly good, that the inherent 'goodness' in our hearts and souls would tip the scales - these days I find myself questioning that notion. As I look at the human condition, in the past, over time, and in the present, I wonder where we are headed. Maybe mother nature will be very happy to take over, since, obviously we are incapable of learning from our past mistakes, taking responsibility for our errors, and doing what is right for the earth and each other. I'm not a nihilist, just got some questions here...
Add to this mix my own personal experiences of loss, imbalance and feelings of helplessness. This body of work is a poetic expression of whispered angst with a yearning for transformation - an anxiety expressed through the aesthetic of the uncanny. |
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