Author Archives: jolanta

I’m currently working on a series of paintings that each feature a single face or head. I’m interested in how the painted portrait or, perhaps more accurately, how a painting that looks like a portrait, can be used to explore ideas of the uncanny and the (fear of the) loss of identity. The subjects in […]

In and with my art, I repeatedly touch on sensitive, taboo issues by employing forms of artistic discourse that are very much critical of society. In this way, I examine social structures such as families; the would-be idyll of the nuclear family, for instance—father, mother, child, house, car—is revealed as a space in which pervasive […]

Valery Oisteanu, the Romanian born critic, poet and collage artist, has delivered a new movement to the East Village which he calls PO-COLLAGE. The first in a series of exhibitions took place in a basement gallery at the Thompkins Square Branch Library over the summer. It began with a reading and ended with a party […]

I paint images of imaginary people who lust and who are lusted after. Through the visual images that I paint, I am experimenting with lust in its many vital aspects: the relationship of the viewer to the image; the relationship of the images to each other. I explore the depths and breadths of life force […]

Aleksandra Jarosz Laszlo is a figurative painter. Her work ranges from formal portraits to the writhing and twisting forms of her more personal work, which deals with bodies and people as the reflection of the power relations among the characters that inhabit her canvases. It is an attempt to challenge and confront the darker human […]

Orly Cogan’s work is an irreverent take on the conventions of femininity. She stitches figures on dainty vintage fabrics. These found linens, which once served as table runners, bureau scarves and tablecloths in a more modest age, were already embroidered once by an earlier and more circumscribed generation of women. Cogan adds to these a […]

Sante´s father: Italian immigrant, barber, ´50s pinups hanging from the mirrors at the shop. Sante, 17, a small room in Brooklyn drawing his father’s face, obsessively, minutely, lead pencil, two laborious months to finish the tiny drawing, photo-like resemblance. He hangs it over his bed. Sante, 19, solitary spring months in Coney Island. Camera on […]