For many years Paweł Nowak has been creating wax paintings, objects and installations, organic constructions to watch, smell and touch. He worked like a bee to sprinkle wax over wrinkled fractal maps. He skillfully used light to make us associate shining, vibrating surfaces smelling of wax with some kind of mysticism, religiousness in a broad meaning of this word.
Temptations, Marvels and Delights In his book “The Map and the Territory”, Michael Houellebecq, paints a picture with his words: on canvas Bill Gates meets Steve Jobs for an afternoon game of chess. Both of them became visionaries of the new era by taking up innovative enterprises and initiatives. For Houellebecq this scene is an (…)
The interwar period (1918-1939) was a truly unique time. Poland regained independence in 1918, and that triggered a free development of national culture. It was a time to catch one’s breath, to let in the artistic freshness of Western Europe, and to shape and develop the language of art. Literary life was flourishing and poetic (…)
Therefore, before determining what Maciejewicz’s artworks are, it is worth reflecting on what they are not. First impression may be deceiving since they are not paintings. Yet, seeing the framed artworks, it is no surprise that we perceive them as carefully painted scenes, at least until we come closer and our vision sharpens. The illusion (…)
In Painting’s Defence. Some Thoughts on Mariusz Kruk’s Painting. Painting has been pronounced dead countless times. It started shortly after the discovery of photography as far as in the 19th century. Demanding painting skills seemed liked an anachronism already then, in the times of ground-breaking inventions. In the 60s the death of painting was declared (…)
1. As a child I did not see any difference between East and West Germany. It all belonged to the mysterious West – better toys, chocolate, wine gums. Everything had a different smell. I remember my uncle from Dusseldorf, who sent us colourful markers, stickers, Haribo Gummi Bears. All that was so different to everything (…)
The story proposed by Magdalena Franczak is an emotional but humble story of winning nature. The artists understands nature as something that cannot be comprehended or stopped, something primeval, overwhelming; something of unfinished construction, because it undergoes changes in the constant process of rising and falling. It is difficult to comprehend it especially as, according (…)
