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Kazimierz Dzyga

His is a hybrid universe made up of elements of various kinds.  Interpreting delicate forms borrowed from realism, it transposes them into a surreal dimension, itself inspired by Kazimierz Dzyga's imagination.  It is as though the minute details and the astonishing symphony of colours that make up this aquatic or atmospheric world are untouched by the passage of time.  The ambience, at once poetic and strange, helps create this timeless context, lit by a kind of inner light.  Freed of material restaints, contraintes matérielles, the dream infuses the composition — with fantastic results!

 

T. Sznytka  July–August 2003

 

 

Kazimierz Dzyga

30 years of painting

 

A timely notion, to pay tribute to Kazimierz Dzyga for his thirty years of painting, despite a passing regret that the woman who has inspired such a large part of his work is so little present in this exhibition!  Be that as it may, this tribute enables the spotlight to turn once more onto an artist who has dallied skilfully with success and recognition, without ever losing his talent along the way.

Of Polish-birth, Kazimierz Dzyga was born in Germany on 5 January 1945.  At a young age he came to France, where he was educated and then found himself in a variety of jobs, in particular as barman at a hotel on the left bank of the Seine, in Paris.  It was a haunt of a number of painters in their heyday — Vasarely, Magritte, Mathieu — as well as some well-known writers.  "When I see celebrities on television whom I well remember serving in the sixties, I tell myself that my job contributed to the bags they have under their eyes today!"  This familiarity with the art world drew him into painting, a world he discovered by teaching himself, with a burning sensitivity.  His first exhibition, at Gérard Mourgue's bookshop gallery, was a success.  In the mid-1980s he chose to retire to the Dordogne, where he has lived ever since.

He developed apace from 1967 to 1997.  Fantasy-dream realist painter, his early works were based on chromatic orgies and noisy, psychedilc, Bosch-like ravings, as he plunged his dreams onto the canvas (Slona-Woda).  In the mid-1970s, his palette sobered, drawing away from his surrealist beginnings to border on the fantastic.  No more ravings.  He said less, but better, loud and clear.  No more  allegory on the canvas.  What he had to say was firmer.  The work gained the silence of meditation.  Two remarkable paintings, both from 1981, illustrate this — "Listening to Silence" and "The Lookout".  This slow maturing-mutation happened through the refinement of material and of colour, blue glowing in all its richness of tone and hue, counterbalanced by a few simple touches of white.  Dzyga's work then crystallised, with less emphasis on the human form and more on fantasy landscapes with water, in liquid or vapour form, omnipresent.  Apart from vegetation, life forms were now indicated by glimpses, by touches of artificial light.  But Dzyga's obsession remains: what is the place of man in the cacophony constantly produced by the mineral Towers of Babel that inhabit his pictures?  The answer lies in the heart of each of us.  Kazimierz Dzyga is an unmoving traveller, who knows how to take us beyond the tangible.

 

A. Coudert  February 1998

 

 

Kazimierz DZYGA

The wandering resonance of his name is echoed in his painting.  Kazimierz Dzyga is numbered among those artists who, in the 1950 and 60s, came to the West to be freed from the suffocation threatening them in the East.  They had so much to say, so much suffering to lay bare, that they began by taking advantage of what life had to offer.  Then, their hunger satisified, they could no longer find the images to communicate their distress.  So they took refuge in a world so fantastic that our own ended up mingling into theirs.  This exhibition by Dzyga, where he lives and works, is a chance to discover his sumptuous nudes so prized by collectors.  As the old gypsy proverb says, "The harder the wind blows, the stronger stands the man."

 

A. Coudert  July-August 1998

 

 

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