- "I paint. Life circulates everywhere and the cells are agitated. The body is tense, it seems to suffer, it is constrained. The mind dictates actions that he instinctively repeats. Then, the mind gradually delegates its power to the body, which only has to believe in its ability to express itself. If the mind has dark ideas, the body submits and lives without smiling. Then, the gesture is released and the body is raised. A short moment of victory, a short breath. The body leaves the laws of the mind and finally expresses itself.

I don't paint what I see or understand. I don't paint people or landscapes. I release lights, movements, sensations, emotions and encounters. I sculpt time. I distil reality."






          Nicolas Bijakowski was born in 1997, grew up and lives in Paris. His interest in plastic practice quickly took hold and grew with the rhythm of his encounters and travels.

Her work is nourished by the curious ambivalence of the relationship between humans and their world, which is both essential and deeply detached. Having grown up between the urban effervescence of Paris and the open countryside of Creus, he now uses as an object of study these feelings that the world has with itself, between the joy of existing and the fear of disappearing. Thus, a certain violence sometimes inhabits his work: visual explosions and aggressive images of the world seen through the filter of the media.


Born of post-war Polish immigration, Nicolas has always been in search of answers to the complexity of family relationships, the divisions and gatherings they bring to life and that we see in his drawings.

He continues his quest for an ideal landscape, a place where the origin and essence of our lives would reside. A place that he imagines himself peaceful, resourcing, and that he expresses through the black, which like him, knows no end.


                                                                             


                                                                            - "Art can be monologue or dialogue when words are missing."

 

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- "I paint. Life circulates everywhere and the cells are agitated. The body is tense, it seems to suffer, it is constrained. The spirit dictates to it actions which it repeats instinctively. Then, the spirit delegates little by little. little power to the body which only has to believe in its capacity for expression. If the mind has dark thoughts, the body submits and lives without smiling. Then, the gesture is released and the body gets up again A short moment of victory, a short breath The body leaves the laws of the mind and finally expresses itself.

I don't paint what I see or what I understand. I don't paint people or landscapes. I release lights, movements, sensations, emotions and encounters. I sculpt time. I distill reality. "