The invisible reflection

 

'visible distance', acrylic on canvas, 2012 

 Odbicie o 360°

Odbiło się i wróciło do mnie

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Spojrzenie

Twoje

Moje

W rozpędzonej szybie w strefie ograniczonej prędkości

Warszawa śródmieście

W źrenicy dostrzegam wczorajsze Prosecco

Dłonie zlepione sokiem grejpfruta

Odruchowo przeczesujące włosy

Zgubiły pewność siebie

Na chwile

Po tym uśmiechu

Zapomniałem że to było wczoraj

Teraz z za kierownicy Porsche

Na czerwonym świetle

Twój profil

I moja cisza

W tylnym lusterku

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Lewą ręką zasłaniam twarz przed ostrym słońcem

Prawą ręką szukając w torbie okularów

Znalazłem papierosy

Sygnał centralnego zamku

Rozpoczął piosenkę „Secret” Madonny

Zwiększając tępo

Zostawiam za sobą

Wspomnienie

Nadużycia

Przesytu

Rozpędzam zobojętnienie

Pod samą witrynę galerii handlowej

Stoję sam przed sobą pośród manekinów

Z najnowszą kolekcją Caroliny Herrery

I dalej nie wiem czy był to aksamit czy atłas z domieszką

W dotyku myliłem go z włóczką

Sweter

A Twój ton nie wyprowadzał mnie z błędu

Jego koloru już nie pamiętam

Za to

Pamiętam splot nitki

Napawał mnie spokojem

I wydawał się nie mieć końca

Zakładając go wchodziłem w Twoją skórę

Na moment nie byłem sobą

..

Do przymierzalni

Zabrałem stertę swetrów

Każdy z nich

Był inny

W każdym podkreślałem

Innego siebie

Za 599 zł wybrałem kogoś innego

Dziękujemy za dokonany zakup zapraszamy ponownie

Na dziale z prasą

Vouge

Marc Jacobs prezentuje swoje przedłużane polo

A mnie bardziej interesuje co tak dobrze utrzymuje jego twarz

Na jednym z tabloidów jego zdjęcie przypomniało mi właśnie Ciebie

Jego wzrok

Uśmiech

Biała koszula

Espresso

Twoje

Podenerwowanie

Zabieganie

Poczułem jak fala gorąca oblewa moje spodnie

Kawa rozlała się na cały magazyn

Spływając wprost ze stolika na jeansy

Ich błękitny kolor stał się brunatny

Zapach świeżo parzonej Robusty

Oddał najzupełniej cierpki i mocny smak

Następnej strony

Z męską kolekcją Dolce & Gabbana

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360° Reflection

It reflected and came back to me

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A glaze

Yours

Mine

In a hurtled glass in a speed-limit zone

Central Warsaw

In the iris I notice yesterday's Prosecco

Hands sticky with grapefruit juice

Combing hair instinctively

Their lost their self confidence

For a while

After this smile

I forgot that it was yesterday

How behind the wheel of a Porsche

On the red light

Your profile

And my silence

In the review mirror

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I am covering my face from the bright sun with the left hand

Looking for glasses in my bag with the right one

I have found cigarettes

Central lock's signal

Starting Madonna's "Secret"

Increasing the tempo

I am leaving behind

A memory

Of abuse

And abundance

I am speeding up the indifference

By the shopping mall's windows

I am standing alone in front of myself amongst showroom dummies

With the newest Carolina Herrera collection

I And I still do not know if it was velvet or satin

Felt like yarn to me                                                                            A sweater

And your voice does not prove me wrong

I cannot remember its colour anymore

Yet

                                        

                                ..

I remember the fibre

Used to fill me with peace

Seemed endless

I used to crawl into your skin by putting it on

For a moment I was not myself

To the fitting room

I took some sweaters

Each of them

Was different

Emphasising

Another me

For PLN 599 I chose someone else

Thank you for the purchase, Please come again

In press store

Vouge

Marc Jacobs presenting his long polo

And I am more interested in what is the thing that keeps his face so well

His photo in one of tabloids reminded me of you

His look

Smile

White shirt

Espresso

Yours

Anxiety

Hurry

I felt a wave of heat on my trousers

Coffee spilled on the whole magazine

Dripping from the table on my jeans

Changing their colour from blue to brown

The scent of freshly roasted Robusta

Same as the bitter and strong taste

Of the next page

With Dolce & Gabbana menswear

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"beauty becomes more beautiful than beauty, truth becomes truer than truth"

                                                                                                                                                    "On the beach", 100x140, Acrylic on canvas, 2012

                                 

   "Shopping", 100x140, Acrylic on canvas, 2012

                                          
   "Tabloid", 100x120, Acrylic/tape on canvas, 2012

                                       
                                
   "Skin", 70x70, Graphite/acrylic on canvas, 2012

                             
   "Jeans", 70x70, Graphite/acrylic on canvas, 2012

                                
   "Weave", 70x70, Graphite/acrylic on canvas, 2012

..just a moment before starting working on the next picture

"beauty becomes more beautiful than beauty, truth becomes truer than truth".

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Looking back and trying to verify the way I have been perceiving the world, I see that beauty has been the greatest value for me. I have always wanted to speak about this value in my own language. Now I do so in my short stories - glimpses in shades of gray. In these works I analyze the things that stike and intrigue me. It feels like looking at a rare diamond which I cut myself.

When meeting somebody for the first time, I often notice non obvious facts beneath the surface - results of prior experiences, memories, complexes and fighting for identity.

However, I never had a chance to meet the people in my paintings. I spotted them while skipping pages of tabloids and photo sessions. I used these characters as a pretext.

 They create an invisible barrier between the reality and the fiction, just like a reflection in a window pane or a mirror.

This is why I base the assumptions about these people on my own life experience. I imagine paint their history as I see it in my imagination. In my opinion, everybody has an inner filter through which they perceive other people in a certain way. They encode traits, smell and gestures...We associate the perception filter with a particular person at the first meeting. Based on it we continue creating a matching image. I follow this pattern in my paintings. I usually paint neutral, not related stories which I join in one emotional tale. My mind is driven by situations that only happen in my imagination. I am their creator. None of the characters in somebody in particular. I refer to layers and pervasion by using a motive of reflections hiding the reality, shredding it into pieces...to never disclose it in full. With reflections as the main motive, these works are a metaphor of human perception, which is never complete and objective. Baudrillard's Simulacra - ecstasy of reality being fed by mass media.

I am a painter for whom it is extremely important to stay frank with myself and the viewer. In my works I strive to capture a hint of my emotions that might have gone too quickly or not happen at all. I call myself a minimalist using a combination or black and white and a whole palette of grayness. I tell stories and paint feelings that permeate though white background of solitude. What has not been presented by colours, I express with texture and temperature of black. Looking at my paintings in a simplified way, you can feel the spirit of a black and white photograph.

I often look for inspiration in fashion coverages, including works of Hedi Slimane. Fashion has always been and will remain my drive.

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My Graduation - The Academy of Fine Arts in Kraków

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My interview in KALTBLUT Magazine

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Face behind the screen - screen printing