Ever
since I could hold anything that left a mark, I have been painting
out inner processes too pungent to be presented in any other
way. Being born in Bosnia and Herzegovina, I grew up in surroundings
where the old clashes with the new, where black and white battles
the color, where different religions paint their beliefs on
the facades of a single street, and interplay of love and hate
turns in circles too fast for the eye to follow. (image left:
Krajina)
All
of these harmonious disparities find a way to leak color down
on my canvases and present themselves as they are – unfinished
and always open for an endless discussion. The colors follow
this lingering rhythm, saturated with sensuality of Bosnian
extremes. Following the long tradition of storytellers I support
this inner narrative figuratively. (image right: Night Bridge)
The war is an unavoidable circumstance of Bosnian and Herzegovinian
life. It introduces unbridgeable voids and distances. It is
truly a paradox how those same voids seem to be filled with
half uttered beliefs and constantly changing feelings.
There
is a strong sense of displacement and fragmentation in my work.
This apparent disarticulation and emotional collage is a reflection
of inner processes. (image left: Waiting), (images bellow in
order from left to right: In the Backyard, Call Waiting, Untitled)
Iris Kulasic, born in Prijedor, left her hometown at a young
age to come to the United States to live with an American host
family. After graduating from High School, she accepted a full
scholarship from Brown University, graduating in 1999 with a
Bachelor of Arts Degree in Visual Arts and Art History. She
continues to work on her art inspired by personal experiences
and shared stories of her country. Kulasic contributed to the
diplomatic efforts of Bosnia and Herzegovina through her work
in the Consulate General and the Permanent Mission of Bosnia
and Herzegovina to the United Nations.
Ever
since I could hold anything that left a mark, I have been painting
out inner processes too pungent to be presented in any other
way. Being born in Bosnia and Herzegovina, I grew up in surroundings
where the old clashes with the new, where black and white battles
the color, where different religions paint their beliefs on
the facades of a single street, and interplay of love and hate
turns in circles too fast for the eye to follow. (image left:
Krajina) 
All
of these harmonious disparities find a way to leak color down
on my canvases and present themselves as they are – unfinished
and always open for an endless discussion. The colors follow
this lingering rhythm, saturated with sensuality of Bosnian
extremes. Following the long tradition of storytellers I support
this inner narrative figuratively. (image right: Night Bridge)
There
is a strong sense of displacement and fragmentation in my work.
This apparent disarticulation and emotional collage is a reflection
of inner processes. (image left: Waiting), (images bellow in
order from left to right: In the Backyard, Call Waiting, Untitled)
