In Olivia Hill’s current series of oil paintings neon, deluge, and dust serve as visual metaphors for human manipulation of nature seen through an emotional lens. Stars hang in the firmament like stage lights, unmoved and unmoving, yet there’s a suggestion that their worlds are shaped by tidal forces as much as ours. The immortal remnants of synthetic materials masquerading as natural entities litter the background and create an eerily unnatural scape before which the memory of man's heroic ascent and ironic demise fizzles and fades into celestial oblivion. Sheets of crumpled plastic cascade across paintings, at first evoking a feeling of aqueous serenity, but ultimately revealing itself as sham, a fake, a lifeless film and suffocating membrane.

Cave paintings and artifacts have provided vague insight into the habits and activities of ancient civilization, but we can only guess at what it was like to experience life through primitive eyes and feel emotions with primitive brains. Imagine if future earthlings could somehow tap into the mummified minds of a long-since perished human species and channel visual renderings of human life- memories of love, nature, technology, and the collective memory of humanity's rise and fall. These paintings are inspired by that fantasy. As in a dream, the imagery dances between stable and ephemeral, modern and timeless, practical and nonsensical. Murky images of what we know as modern life on earth appear to be preserved or displayed in scientific vessels and left to collect dust in some bleak post- apocalyptic laboratory setting. Then, just as the mind dreams in order to relieve itself from a grim reality, euphoric, almost heavenly imagery illuminates the dismal gray.

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