RAFAŁ TOPOLEWSKI

Lives and works in Lisbon (PT)

Drawing on dreams and memories imbued with an architectural sense of depth and balance, Rafał Topolewski’s work captures the liminal space between waking and sleeping. Barbed botanical subjects creep across the canvas, clock faces dissolve into landscapes, and vacant, glassy-eyed faces evoke the disjointed logic of the dream, balancing abstraction with a deft figurative approach. This fusion of fragmented objects with a softly muted palette and hazy, stippled brushstrokes creates the uncanny atmosphere unique to Topolewski’s work.

Topolewski originally trained in architecture before moving to the UK to study Fine Art at the Royal Academy of Arts, London, and the Manchester Metropolitan University. It was here that he developed his distinctive approach to working in oils with a dry brush, evoking the appearance of a grainy photograph. The photographic allusion of his work continues into Topolewski’s use of a personal archive of photographs in addition to digital and print research from which he sources his subject matter.

These references are digitally spliced, overlaid, and manipulated collages that form the foundation of each painting. The process of painting itself takes an autonomous journey as the artist follows the idiosyncrasies and accidents of the medium to discover unexpected conclusions in the final work.

The subjects of Topolewski’s paintings share an earthy, ochre-hued tone – capturing the strangeness of the crepuscular hours between day and night. This curious environment draws an allusion between the subjects of the paintings and Topolewski’s interest in states outside of sleep and wakefulness, where memories, dreams, and reality blur together in the fragmentary language of his work. In this suggestible state, the artist’s work invites viewers to immerse themselves in an uncanny space where logic and reason give way to intuition and emotion. The frequent inclusion of the artist’s own portrait in his work suggests Topolewski’s interest in interrogating his own psyche as he picks at the seams of our collective consciousness.

Text courtesy GRIMM.