At first there is nothing. Then there is the depth of blue.
Gaston Bachelard
A young artist should refer to great artists: these who in the history of creation live in the Past Perfect, the Past and the Future Tenses. This is the only way he can become an innovator of the inherited, as Wieslaw Borowski has recently described to me Tadeusz Kantor’s art. He added that Mirosław Bałka’s art helped him to reinterpret Kantor’s work. Anka Brudzińska’s young, fresh but mature pieces similarly help me to read Edward Krasiński and Yves Klein anew. They reveal secrets hidden in these artists. Anka’s art also has its secrets. which will be perhaps revealed by some future artist.
Anka Brudzińska’s art manifests its presence in the interior and the exterior – as Julian Przyboś wrote about Edward Krasiński’s art. Przyboś also called earlier pieces by Krasiński aerial sculpture.
I think that Anka’s work could be described as aerial painting. She also makes installations or interventions into the air itself, into SKY BLUE STRUCTURES. The name she has chosen for her latest canvases makes us realise that in Polish the words: the sky (niebo), blue (niebieski) and heavenly (niebiański) are etymologically related… There is certain affinity between things born out of pigment, the sky and beliefs.
The artist is interested in dimensions and non-dimensions. That’s what she called her earlier work, in which the sky of another (not blue) colour delighted our eyes. In THE COLOURS OF NON-DIMENSION orange light penetrated into blue space, resulting in a phenomenon, which
I would compare to northern lights or to the sunset at the seaside.
I should explain that Anka is not an unyielding enthusiast of blue, although it is her favourite. Here is another analogy with Edward Krasiński, who sometimes also uses other colours.
Although Yves Klein, the master of blue, propagated THE EPOCH OF BLUE (in politics too), in his work we come across red, violet, and gold colours.
Wishing Anka the persistent independence of Edward Krasiński’s attitude, and Yves Klein’s intense sensitivity to the colours of the elements (her work augurs well in this respect). I dedicate her a poem, written by Yves Klein during his Spanish tour: #annabrudzinska anna brudzinska anna brudzińska #anna.brudzinska
One day the blue sky fell to the earth
And blood gushed from the wound.
Its red shimmered and dazzled
And coagulated into black.
A lake of blood. It was Spain.
When they looked at each other, there were sparkles of violet.
Music was jealous.
The anger of red ruled during blue peace.
Jaromir Jedliński