Holly Wong is an artist who lives and works in San Francisco, California. She was educated at the San Francisco Art Institute where she graduated with a Master of Fine Arts with a concentration in New Genres. Holly creates installations, mixed media projects and works on paper. For the past twenty years, Holly has worked in a variety of mediums and approaches including painting, photography, textiles, video and performance.
She has been awarded visual arts grants from the Barbara Deming Memorial fund, the George Sugarman Foundation, the Puffin Foundation, and a Gerbode Foundation purchase award. She is a Presidential Scholar in the Arts and has had over 50 group exhibitions and 10 solo exhibitions at venues such as the Smithsonian Institute of American Art, the Berkeley Art Museum, the University of San Francisco, the San Francisco Veterans War Memorial Building, and the University of Ohio at Mansfield.
Holly has explored many social and political themes central to being a woman and a socially conscious citizen. However, over the past five years, Holly has taken an increasingly personal and inward journey with her work, integrating non-traditional approaches with more traditional sewing techniques associated with the history of women. Her approach is both non-conventional but also deeply rooted in her history and culture.
When I consider the physicality of the body, it brings up feelings of weight and pressure but yet a counter balance of elusiveness and lightness. As a result, I make installations and two dimensional works that speak to the hard to define nature of being whole and alive. Using various materials such as medical gauze, oxygen tubing, wire, Dura-Lene plastic, fashion magazine clippings, and plastic bags I strive to reconnect in myself what has been fragmented.
My work is a constant process of assembling, deconstructing and then making whole once again. Through the actions of sewing, gluing, or knotting, I build and construct and then by cutting and tearing, structures fall apart and then are reconstructed again. It is very much the way I feel about the process of life. It grows, becomes, falls apart sometimes because of our own actions, and then there is the attempt to repair. But yet in the process of repairing, things become something stronger than before.
The tension of this constant process of rebuilding reflects in the tightly wound and enmeshed nature of my work; constantly drawing, sewing, writing over and over to tell a story that really cannot be told.