Untitled 1990

This untitled painting by Oleg Holosiy feels like it was unearthed, made with umber-heavy tones that have a certain grit to them. The texture is fascinating. Holosiy isn’t trying to hide the process. You can see the strokes, the way the paint globs in places. It's almost sculptural. Look at the way the light catches on those ridges, it gives the shapes this breathing quality. Are they hills, or bodies? The ambiguity is where the magic lies. It reminds me a little of Philip Guston, that same willingness to let the awkwardness sing. Holosiy's willingness to embrace imperfection and let the materials lead, feels like a real conversation with the history of painting. It's a reminder that art is less about answers and more about the questions we ask along the way.