Eva Choung-Fux


Campos,
December 5th, 2010

 

In his many years of art work Alfred Hruschka searched for a trail and finally discovered a path that grew to his authentic way.

I want to go back a little:
In thinking back, lagged communication was made possible from the moment, when lute and language had been accompanied by notes and recording. Information was initially bound to the place (rocks, cave walls etc.). Through all millennia, the urge to the development from sign to writing (and thus the diversification of "portable" media - such as bark, skin, bone, clay tablet, tissue and paper to the leap into electronic data traffic) is the motor of civilization.

In the concept of suddenly increasing, rational requirements, the need for comprehension spread rapidly to irritation and questions. Alfred Hruschka's consistent and poetic creativity is an offer to find subjective answers.

At the beginning, the artist has traced the signifiers of natural details from his immediate environment via photography. Their projection on paper was a priori out of question, because his affinity for woven was too evident. So linen and cotton fabrics were transformed via silkscreen to the first media of an experience substrate. After that, jute fabric with an own history was added, textiles with past life, painted tissues, the sewing, stitching, 3-dimensional forming enclosing and wrapping.

Performance 2010Right now, as a further step, the break down and disruption of three-dimensional shapes.
Is this an ambiguous act of liberation of the secret, that has leaked?

Slowly, cautiously and carefully Hruschka started with works in two dimensions. In his object art he opens the third dimension in his creative work. With performance art he introduces "real - time" as a fourth dimension: sound, as the beginning of everything (I remember his strong presence together with the artist Marina Marsilio at FalkArt 2010).

In each dimension, Alfred Hruschka quotes fragmentarily - textual is his knowledge of the world. It's an offer.

 

P.S.
A statement by Dino Formaggio († 2008) comes to mind:
"Art is everything that people have called so."