I hadn't heard of Wilhelm Sasnal until his
show at the Whitechapel Gallery earlier this year. Which is kind of embarassing, given that he's the best-selling Polish contemporary artist on the market.
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| Wilhelm Sasnal |
But then I saw the show, and thought: "Really?" From
the pigsty next to his parents' house that supposedly looked like a concentration camp, right to a
reinterpretation of Seurat's Bathers at Asnières - everything seemed flat and lifeless. Like failed photographs, or Alex Katz - I didn't get it.
The other day I came across this painting. In one moment the visible brushstrokes moved me more than the entire show had. I dug deeper, making my way through metres of Google-Image pages, feverishly looking for work I liked.
And yet, most of his stuff left me cold. Except for these.
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| Untitled, 2009 |
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Forest, 2003
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Anka in Tokyo, 2006
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| Warsaw, 2005 |
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