Krisár’s sculptures – immaculately produced, and often bearing a deliberate blemish that is itself impeccably rendered – are discomfiting, objects of simultaneous horror and beauty. The Birth of Us (Boy) features a child’s torso, marred by the indentation of two adult hand prints; in M the life size figure of a boy is split in two and then rejoined, so that a single figure becomes two halves, severed twins clasping hands.The violence that underpins both these sculptures is a recurring theme and is rendered with care and deliberation, so that it appears both aesthetic and inevitable. The sculptures are uncanny because of the meticulousness with which they are executed; according to Krisár, “I’m a perfectionist because I have to be, it’s not really a choice. And it’s not a striving for satisfaction, it’s rather to avoid pain.”
I especially like the 1st piece, a bronze cast attached to a heat isolator in close proximity to another cast made of beeswax.
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