People are often impressed when art looks real: when paintings look like photographs, when painted windows seem to be openable and when sculptures are elaborated to the extend that they look like humans.
American artist Carole A. Feuerman, one of the most famous hyperrealist sculptors, brought a bunch of young ladies to Venice: a jolly crowd of perfectly shaped bodies, adopting ambiguous poses, flashing flawless skin (no wonder, it's oil on resin).
Bibi on the Ball
THE MIDPOINT
NEXT SUMMER
NEW YORK CITY SLICKER
NEXT SUMMER (detail)
BROOKE WITH BEACHBALL
MONUMENTAL QUAN
SURVIVAL OF SERENA
BIBI ON THE BALL
THE GOLDEN MEAN
Compared to e. g. Duane Hanson's hyperrealist people, who are always bitter and exhausted, worn and torn - incarnating those who had to wake up from the American dream far too early, Feuerman's sculptures seem to come from the last issue of 'Sports Illustrated'.
And their superficial appearance remains unbroken. But it's exactly this shallowness that gives them the carelessness of a long, hot summerday.
THE GOLDEN MEAN
BIBI ON THE BALL
