Some of my favorite art seamlessly blends high contrast forms, philosophies or genres. Being a bit of a doppelganger myself, works that pool creativity from opposite ends of the spectrum sing to my soul. Though Gehart Demetz wood sculptures elicit an innate query of the eerie and clandestine secrets of his impetus as an artist, the way in which he blends neoclassical elegance with bombastic shouts of contemporary style is unique and beautiful. His figures appear lost in time, like androgynous Greek goods that ended up in the Matrix then were spat out at the MOMA. Are these figures innocent or damned?
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