2019  •  34 x 48"  Show size

powdered pigment and oil on linen

Growing up in the farmlands of Poland, I experienced an endlessness of the sky and Earth, stretching into infinity through the thin lines of the ever changing horizons. The idea of infinity, just like pure art, seems inconceivable when following the logic of our linear reality, yet, it is the The White Series 2019 is an odyssey that begins in darkness, weaves its way through shadows and arrives at White. Darkness is primary, layering colors until they are saturated, heavy and opulent. Oftentimes it is hard to take that darkness away; here’s where one can rest, where it’s peaceful and full of possibility.      When I arrive at White, it’s always tinted, shaded and molded by what came before it.  Pure White does not exist in reality, just like pure light cannot be perceived by the naked eye. It needs some interaction, an interference to become visible and relatable. I imagine pure White would be blinding like a “milky fog on the ocean” without a point of reference. White vacillates and won’t be pinned down, it leaves a trace of an intriguing mystery.