Polskiego są tak

One of the last shows I saw last year was Somnambulant Eve, a show curated by Anna Andronova and Sylwia Krason for the Wrong Door Art Gallery. There I saw the work by Ula Wiznerowicz called Behind the Window. Throughout the last couple of years I’ve been noticing a young generation of artists and photographers from Poland working throughout Europe, and I would not be surprised if 2013 was the year of all things Polish. The country has got such an interesting background in photography and film, plus a very particular landscape, both geographical and narrative. It’s the light, according to Ula. I have never been able to find the same light outside Poland.

Ula Wiznerowicz, from Behind The Curtain, 2012

For me it’s a strange mixture between harshness and love. I’m still trying to figure it out. This strange allure of the Polish. Polish Film, Wajda, Polansky, Kieślowski. Polish music, and Polish photography.  I remembered a couple of years ago I reviewed the work by Goshka Gajownik at Free Range, when I first noticed something particular about Polish photographers telling the stories of their homeland. One of the reviews I wrote for Paris Photo also mentioned Polish photographers (I’m still hypnotised by the work of Marek Piasecki and Zofia Rydet, I saw at Asymetria gallery).

There is a new generation of Polish artists and photographers out there, with extremely interesting work. Quiet, but very strong. Perhaps it’s the light, or maybe it’s the resilience of the Polish heart.