the golden crown
no, mam, this is no paper shell of a body hanging from my wall. i didn’t kill anything just yet. i simply respond and respond and allow myself to respond. i feel the ugly pulse of guilt threatening blindness between my ears. i rock myself, flouting the shadow. there she is rearing her head with poise. i stare her in the eye. i want to make a connection, breathing air into the bond so it blows up like a balloon. no, a shimmery, oily looking soap bubble with pink and yellow swirls. but there isn’t enough air to fill the bubble and
we turn our heads.
JAREK PUCZEL is a Polish artist. Drawing scenes from daily life, Puczel’s incredibly withdrawn environs evoke silence & bravery. The delicate demure of an eyelash or wrinkle breath life into the pale palette & broad brush strokes. Sound simplicity. In his own words::
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I try to be an intuitive artist and flow with the stream of life, so I abandon the developed forms as soon as I notice their mismatch to my new experiences. Recently I am interested in the parallelism of the different realities, which are available simultaneously for certain events. For instance, in one “layer” we have well-known and established experiences, that are often outdated or irrelevant to the vibrant life. Next layer put on them the living thoughts and feelings that lead to new, more freely actions. I feel that this tension between the realities may be an interesting starting point for artistic and social studies.
Context of space. Presented object belongs to something bigger, that determines or expresses it. Simultaneously, art form engages it in a specific game of illusion. Something belongs to the world of matter, most often a sensual element, like hair or flowers, and something is already a sign of belonging to a larger, undefined space.
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