Juggling between different mediums and sensibilities, Hilary Galbreaith’s creations have a deliberately kitsch and cheap aesthetic, in which the absurd rubs shoulders with the grotesque while maintaining a certain lightness. The result is a distorted and reinvented juvenile reality, in keeping with Galbreaith’s own sensibilities, permeated by an indefinable feeling of the uncanny. This laboratory of experimentation gives rise to fantastical creatures evolving within do-it-yourself worlds crafted from papier-mâché and collaged recycled materials. Their work stems from societal questions and their own everyday observations concerning the mutation of the body and its relationship to the technologies […]
Juggling between different mediums and sensibilities, Hilary Galbreaith’s creations have a deliberately kitsch and cheap aesthetic, in which the absurd rubs shoulders with the grotesque while maintaining a certain lightness. The result is a distorted and reinvented juvenile reality, in keeping with Galbreaith’s own sensibilities, permeated by an indefinable feeling of the uncanny. This laboratory of experimentation gives rise to fantastical creatures evolving within do-it-yourself worlds crafted from papier-mâché and collaged recycled materials. Their work stems from societal questions and their own everyday observations concerning the mutation of the body and its relationship to the technologies of our time. Their mini-fictions slowly lead us into a bizarre space teetering between attraction and disgust; B-movie scenarios unfold in a sinister atmosphere of naïve, spontaneous forms set against against a backdrop of technicolor gallows humor.