The pathos of cloth is at the heart of the painting Obmutescence 1 where now it’s precarious materiality can be a slow meditation on the impermanence of human presence but might also be a register of an unspoken disaster. In one work painted from a construction that looks like a refugee’s abandoned cupboard, what looks like an infant’s suit slumps over a rope, suspended over a pile of numbered tickets, as though chance and fate were all the same. Built up slowly from transparent glaze in just a few tones, the objects seem poised on the point of decay: the artist needed to bear witness to the remnants of a narrative, like an investigator at the scene of some recently forgotten violence whose only traces are shreds hung in the dimly-lit undergrowth.

                                                                                                                           Proffesor    Krzysztof Fijalkowski

For the exhibition, The Invisible Sun Within Us

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