We think that we're free. We can walk wherever we wish, talk whatever we want. Yet it's not quite so. We are just bodies - walking, functioning, slowly decaying meat that has this unique ability to store something called consciousness. No, I'm not starting to write a blog about philosophy, but today's works are about existentialism. Harry Ally is a Texan painter with a lot of experience in both panting and, what can be seen in his works, life.
His mixed media paintings are half-abstract human figures (or full abstracts) trapped in the frames of a painting. Kafkaesque characters looking up or sitting down, every one of them trying to break free from the bonds of existence as a picture. And they remind of humans - with they unimportant things and little affairs, swirling like dervishes and wasting their time which, while precious to them, means nothing to the universe. It's neither depressing or optimistic - rather, it's just real. Really good art - that kind that really makes you reflect.