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Alec Kowalczyk |
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Quayside Gallery From among his paintings leaning against the Seine seawall, he reaches elbow-deep into the open portal of a chipped, vacant frame, retrieving some windfallen apples casually cached there for his lunch, shattering a still life. Trompe L'Oeil ... and then there was that prolonged period when he lay inside a darkened room, illuminated only by the muted light strained through an art- glass window. The leaded panes were chaotic, an abstract riot of planes and angles projecting an unimaginable perspective in relief, a microcosm of all the disorienting properties associated with a classic optical illusion. Looking at the window one moment, he was conscious of being within as expected. Without breaking his observation, he would suddenly experience the unexpected, an external viewpoint. He was inexplicably without the dwelling, bedded down on the inside, simultaneously outside, or so it illogically seemed, an uncertain time ago. |