PAWEŁ SUSID
Ink, nail polish, acrylic and hard work.
I have met Martyna Ścibior as a little girl, so it seems to me, when I go back to not distant times in recent years of study, because on the one hand there was a line between us - the relation teacher - student, the other hand because she listened to my and Leon Tarasiewicz adjustments.
Today I look at her new paintings and intently listen to what he has to say. She walked for a few years, fascinating journey of proposed before the diploma "handwork" based on afterimages fabrics widespread in its origin. The contemporary paintings done with a great effort of work under contract, were an echo of regional aesthetics and a tribute to the effort of generations of women.
I would add that those works were recognized and award-winning, but as if in a slightly different discipline. They dominated in their bright colors and simplicity of mesmerizing folklore. Along with adolescence, changes in consciousness, and perhaps the environment gradually penetrated into these new layers and threads previously unseen or maybe just signaled. Now when I look at the latest work by Martyna Ścibior I can see confidence and self-conscious artist who wants task to tell about their own experiences, which easily can be objectified .
Materials currently used by the artist, increasingly belong to the arsenal of women who escape from a patriarchal, provincial world found the weapons that the withdrawal to their previous state seems to be impossible. Both pen, ink and acrylic paint used to record and paint out their own arguments, as well as nail polish, so that a woman can gain an advantage over the man, even or especially the "priest" is a dangerous weapon in this fight. This kind of material chooses Martyna Ścibior attacking in the most recent work our imagination and the contribution of even compulsive work on huge areas of paintings realizes, that there is no joking with her.
Forms, of decorative turned into a dark and sometimes predatory. Forms give the impression that the author changed the target, rather than enjoy and make pleasant, she seeks to reach her own subconscious and, by analogy, helps us understand what complex problems life brings. Just listen to the titles of some work to get goose bumps: "Bad form ," "I need to buy a crossbow", " Do not defeat", " Don’t refuse from shyness", "Tights rolled up into a ball", “Tight position" or "The female but alone". Aren’t these pictures and words worth a great and beautiful artist in the twenty-first century? Or should the men, more than twice older, men loving painting and remembering other times, be afraid or rather regret that they grew old so bad?