Fernando Orellana | ||
Is it any longer controversial to insist that our modern American wars are fought over oil? No; it's practically a cliché. The popular narrative is such: cars and our car-centric society are hurling us down a path of conquest that will end quite poorly, and possibly, quite soon. We have become a people simply, haplessly, dependent on cars. This dependency on our destruction frames the paintings of Fernando Orellana. He teases our our carefree death wish, building and finding metaphore, and humor, in the weapons and costs of war. Dying and birthing for generation upon generation, always arriving at a question, we hurtle through space and time, helplessly out of control. Approaching the future at an ever-increasing pace, and plugged into one another ingenuously, we perpetually dismantle and assemble each other. Along the way, encountering irregular moments of nirvana, we remain interested and entertained. A full color catalogue is available upon request. To visit the artist's web site, click here.
Art Night Schenectady Reception | ||
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 Fernando Orellana,, Poop Bomb,  Fernando Orellana,, The Hand,  Fernando Orellana,, Carry On,  Fernando Orellana,, Red Truck,  Fernando Orellana,, Extruder, | ||
