Elizabeth A Soroka
Figurative Expressionism, Surrealism, Mexican Folk Art & Photography
"Elizabeth A. Soroka's rich body of work is highly unique in it's painterly manifestations. It spans the serenity of the senses in the midst of the natural world, the brutality of existential anguish, encompassing the dichotomies of existence and the sacred transcendental of the East, often charged with the fiercely primal and dark colourings of Southern American culture. Her distinctive style, utilizing only what is essential and never superfluous, reveals intelligence occupied by a keen awareness of mortality and death, visible in her depictions of cruciform trees, crows, and skeletons, which encase her almost signature burning/ glowing hearts. This is a painter of tremendous talent, sensitivity and depth, with an exceptional eye for detail and the surreal beauty of the macabre. Even a cursory glance would transform the viewer, commanding further contemplation of her work."
Michael Mc Aloran
~Writer/Artist
E k p h r a s i s
Beautiful poems written after a few of my paintings, by some of today's most emotive and gifted Poets...
~Tan muy apreciada con gran calidez y amabilidad ...xo
(So very appreciated with tremendous warmth and kindness...)
Cruoreum Radix
Blooming medusa,
free from the charge of stone, her
buds bleeding before the orange fist of sky,
her rage silent in the defiance of her outstretched tongue
she thrives in a fragile twist of bark and bone. Black,
black birds among
and on
stealing her sorrow as if
it is their own. Below,
her blood,
her anguished origin, deep
deep where the cells of life are born
passing on
the wounded fruit with the gnawing worm. She,
the graceful bleeding tree, her history
the pull of an ugly root, holding
out its dying edifying flowers:
an effort of insubordinate beauty.
...Gillian Prew
4/10/18
*More of Gillian's work can be seen here...
he said
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you catch my eye
and throw it
without screaming
i want to come to your jungle
and make love to the colour red
wrap myself in a large green leaf
and sink into the sunless heat of yellow
she replied:
there are no colours today
my head is alone
i am naked
but i am hidden
i have left my hurt wrapped
around your skin
he continued:
there is no evening
without you
no haven without your kiss
i want you
paint me
she replied:
i could smile
but i prefer to laugh
i have painted a river
around my breasts
i have shoes of orange steel
to kick suffering from my chest
(to be continued...)
...Dom Gabrielli
8/10
*More of Dom's work can be seen here...
