Trąbki do słuchania plaży 2019

Curator: Lech Jankowski's 2019 pencil drawing, "Tracks for Listening to the Beach", presents an interesting study in minimalist representation. What strikes you first, Editor? Editor: Oh, the haunting stillness! It feels like a memory surfacing, or a dream barely grasped. These…are they candles, or strange, stilted flowers, hovering over what might be waves? The light is so fragile. Curator: Yes, the ambiguity is key. Jankowski works primarily in pencil here, favoring line work, with soft shading. We might see the implements of industry—streetlamps on a beach maybe—or natural forms mimicking human structures. What are the implications of rendering landscape this way? Is it truly "natural" anymore? Editor: That's it—streetlamps! I see them now. Suddenly that quiet shifts into something subtly unsettling, this imposition of manufactured light onto what should be a wild space. But there is some peace within the picture plane, do you not agree? It's there somewhere between a personal gesture and social statement. Curator: Right, by employing accessible drawing materials and rendering familiar landscapes, Jankowski democratizes artistic creation. This isn’t about skill or refinement, but rather about a mode of witnessing, one available to all. Do you imagine Jankowski carefully staging the composition? Or maybe quickly sketching *in situ*? Editor: The sketch-like quality makes me imagine someone rapidly trying to record a transient feeling, before the sun set maybe. Pencil is so immediate; it catches the ephemeral quality. Which then adds another layer of thoughtfulness when understanding that the work is indeed called, "Tracks for Listening to the Beach.” We should listen…listen deeply to what surfaces. Curator: So it begs the question—whose voice or perspective is imprinted in these "tracks?" Perhaps Jankowski captures not just a scene, but the labor inherent in creating this artificial landscape. The implications are that nature can also have artificial sounds from our modern world that may be listened too. Editor: Perhaps a ghostly residue of that labour? Makes you ponder who tends those lamps, day in and day out. Overall, it’s really something else isn't it, thinking of it this way. Thanks for illuminating a different perspective.