LABELS
Cracow, 23.03.2024 - 26.04. 2024
Artist:
Tomasz Kręcicki
Tomasz Kręcicki
Black tea is said to brighten thoughts, especially on a long, sleepless night. Tomasz Kręcicki's monumental mug fills the gallery. Labels of tea bags protrude from the overscaled vessel, but instead of manufacturer logos, they offer us a set of painterly works - lapidary representations of objects and situations that make up a pre-sleep ritual: sleeping pills, earplugs, water drops dripping over the sink. Tomasz Krecicki introduces us into the evening aura of anticipation for
a well-deserved rest. However, after the daily stimuli, work, exposure to the blue light of screens, sleep does not want to come, and time begins to play tricks on us.
Time is active, it has such properties as verbs, Thomas Mann claimed. However, while waiting for sleep to come, time loses its power to be active and bring change, it turns into a dragging glue to which shreds of thoughts attach, piling on top of each other and losing any clear meaning. Insomnia exaggerates insignificant problems that swell with its passing, and the swelling boil
of intrusive thoughts does not allow soothing rest.
The objects in the paintings-labels fall - a drop of water falls, pills fly out of the silverware.
It happens that we, too, being on the border between sleep and java, fall - induced by a muscular contraction, called a myclonic spurt, the sensation of falling awakens us and condemns us to try again to detach ourselves from the tiring reality. Maybe it's the moment when we get up and, despite the chill we feel, go to the kitchen to brew another cup of tea. In order to squeeze the strongest possible essence out of the brew, we add more tea bags and wait for the drink to acquire
a suitably saturated color.
a well-deserved rest. However, after the daily stimuli, work, exposure to the blue light of screens, sleep does not want to come, and time begins to play tricks on us.
Time is active, it has such properties as verbs, Thomas Mann claimed. However, while waiting for sleep to come, time loses its power to be active and bring change, it turns into a dragging glue to which shreds of thoughts attach, piling on top of each other and losing any clear meaning. Insomnia exaggerates insignificant problems that swell with its passing, and the swelling boil
of intrusive thoughts does not allow soothing rest.
The objects in the paintings-labels fall - a drop of water falls, pills fly out of the silverware.
It happens that we, too, being on the border between sleep and java, fall - induced by a muscular contraction, called a myclonic spurt, the sensation of falling awakens us and condemns us to try again to detach ourselves from the tiring reality. Maybe it's the moment when we get up and, despite the chill we feel, go to the kitchen to brew another cup of tea. In order to squeeze the strongest possible essence out of the brew, we add more tea bags and wait for the drink to acquire
a suitably saturated color.
