When someone stands in front of a mirror, they usually concentrate on their own reflection, while the rest - the background - escapes their attention. We see a lonely figure extracted from the blurred reality behind its back.
By Ewa Klekot
Artist: Jacek Łydżba
The lying figure of a beautiful woman is another standard of European art, exploited by the greatest masters from Titian to Manet, later to become a visual cliché. Łydżba is again attracted to a banal theme from the popular imagination of a small town.
By Ewa Klekot
Artist: Jacek Łydżba
Tulip used to be a flower triggering big passions, and it was most willingly portrayed in visual art. Tulip as the subject of painting was born almost simultaneously with a delight for the plant itself. Wild tulips – the ancestors of those innumerable garden varieties of today – appear on the vast areas of the Orient: from Turkey, through Armenia, Turkmenia, up to Pamir and Tien Shan mountains.
By Ewa Klekot
Artist: Beata Murawska
It seems that time in Kokoryn's paintings is as still as a summer afternoon, as still as when our memories take on the guise of a sign. Events change their nature to become a graphic form whose significance increases with each experience, each sight, and each event.
By Ewa Klekot
Artist: Krzysztof Kokoryn
Aquaria are excellent dream containers. Protected by a wall of glass or perspex, various biotopes can drift immersed in the oily element: sandy lagoon banks strewn with colourful shells, coral reefs, the meanders of the Ucayali – worlds enclosed in glass, a safe medium for our dreams.
By Ewa Klekot
Artist: Darek Pala
Marco Polo, when telling Kublay-khan of distant - and maybe non-existent - cities, each time tried to create, for the listener’s benefit, something concrete, to give form to the “city without shape or figure”, fill it with described reality, describe its situation in space and time as well as in human desires and words.
By Ewa Klekot
Artist: Mikołaj Kasprzyk
I always wanted to find a place where, in silence, paintings could look inside their interiors. This is, I guess, the place. The one where the form occurs.
Interview by Ewa Klekot
Artist: Ciro Beltrán