Groping my way. I am in the darkness of the exhibition; to sharpen my imagination, I close my eyes and summon the vision of paintings hanging on the walls. There are spatial moments in the display that shape its character, that bring the narrative together as a whole. The so‑called little treats. And there it appears before me, from the left, in its entirety: Abys by Tomáš Predka, in the depth Ghost by Koroš, next to it Membrane by Příkaský, The Armor by Samuel and Tender Collapse by Klaudia Kiełbasa. To see this constellation you have to crouch down or sit on the floor. A chromatic passage from the darkness of the ocean and the night, as if from the depths of the Universe, through the subtlety and delicacy of greys and pinks seeping into green – a sensual poetry, a journey of Spirit towards the body. An apparently linear continuity. Radim said that “In the end, Ghost is not about ghosts or souls. It is about a human being – weight‑less, drifting, not demanding to be understood – who simply sways gently in the unknown.” As if taken straight out of Klaudia’s painting.
Jósefina Alanko, Klaudia Kiełbasa, Samuel Kłoda, Radim Koros, Konrad Krzyżanowski, Kinga Nowak, Tomáš Predka, Pavel Příkaský, Patryk Staruch, Zuzanna Szary
