
February
2010
Her Passion (by Cendrine Galipot)
Dorota Bednarek centred her life around her passion, and this,
from her youngest age. When we observe or approach Dorota, we notice
quickly that she lives and breathes through the painting and that this
passion confers her a profound sentiment to exist: " if we can say that
each of us has a role to play on the Planet Earth, mine is undoubtly
bound to the painting", she precises.
This seemingly fragile artist, hidden under a shy voice and a golden
hair straight from fairy tales is in fact a subtle mixture of sweetness
and fury, an explosive sensibility. Her paintings show us romantic
characters, loving embraces, the materials she used, such as stones,
shine, gleam, we are suddenly surrounded by a sort of tenderness, then
we notice these big thick layers of painting, these drips of bright or
sombre colors, their spreading on the painting, which remind us suddenly
that the world is also dark and devastating but that Love will conquer.
Cendrine Galipot Art Hunter
May 2000
My work consists of setting
within a stage of light a coloured space capable of welcoming a figurative form
that will give its significance.
I need to construct a space to be inhabited by the body just as I need to construct for my own
self.
I also search, in working with colour, light within the figurative form to seize and share emotions in the
body of the painting.
My own emotions remain without name and without form in my paintings, unless I give them life and feed
from them, then it is they who direct me in my work.
The essence of my work is movement and dynamics.
The rapid motion of my hand
as I paint is the mention that breaks the glass. It disturbs the coloured
backdrop and breaks the unity of the material. The body I paint is a
cardiogram of my own interior. The nervous brush stroke is similar to the
movement of a needle on graph paper. It is a ghost, an echo of my
memories.
Life stops in time; an
overexposed photograph, which maintains the outline of the body in action, a
shadow, a memory. Maybe the painted models, once in Poland, return in another
form. I interiorise my painting. It is the freedom of gesture, of space, of
colour.
I have the impression that I
reduce the movement of the body even carrying out for the essential. I open it,
undress it…, nothing is clearer, the envelope is gone. My skeletal forms recall
death - the end. The broken glass too! Nonetheless, a life begins. The broken
glass becomes the element of construction. The luminous body that I place in
space is like a light that enters and there is life. It is like the end and the
beginning. We question life, just as we question death.
I place importance on
transparency and light. There is transparency and reflection in the glass. The
human figure is constructed in the light according to the chosen colours. Large
areas of thin paint allow one to see through it. Our look lingers in the body.
We see through the cube that remains open as we look through the volumes I
create.
The human figure has no
face. I leave it to the imagination, with or without definition. It is a hardly
noticeable sketch of the chin turned toward the back that directs our eye
upward, toward another world, toward another place. In the areas of stillness we
feel the air and everything floats. In al of my canvases there is an appeal to
the light that makes a painting a window that looks onto another
place.
I am conscience of the
contradictions that may appear in the cohabitation of opposing elements.
Verticla divisions act as the outline of a discrete architecture. It stabilizes
the freedom of gesture and adds depth to space. The mathematical structure of a
cube places the painted figure in a space that is familiar to the spectator and,
as an element of stability, permits all audacity, its presence is reassuring.
The large still areas contrast with those of motion and gesture; the opaqueness
with transparency; and the justaposition of dark tones with the light (the
body).The luminous and colourful
background that I prepare from the outset allows me to dive into my painting. It
beckons a gesticulation through which I think the essence of this spontaneity
can be conveyed, like a written language. The colours I use are chosen for their
transparent quality and are often bright. I juxtapose them so that they converse
with one another and draw out paler tones.
Dorota