Eyes 1992

Oleg Holosiy made 'Eyes' with washes of what looks like watercolor, or maybe diluted oil. I imagine him bent over, working on the floor, the painting breathing into being. It’s an atmospheric landscape—mountains, or maybe just hills, shrouded in mist. And then, peering out, is that a face? I get the feeling the artist let the washes flow and pool, letting gravity take over. The watery, thin quality of the paint gives it that ghostly, ephemeral feel. The face looms out of the fog, a presence emerging. Holosiy seems to be channeling the unconscious, letting forms and figures arise from the depths. It reminds me of other artists who embraced chance, like Gerhard Richter and his squeegeed paintings. There’s an ongoing conversation between artists, a lineage of experimentation. Each brushstroke, each drip, is an act of discovery, a question posed to the canvas.