Slow down, pause, chill out… – that’s what he says, if he even says anything at all, which is not a given: more and more often he will choose silence over speech. The work of Sebastian Skoczylas inroduces the concept of slow life into fine arts while, at the same time, standing in stark contrast to postmodern art that made discourse its most important, if not sole, matter.
There is no excess here, even though there are layers upon layers of paint and countless textures in the richness of bright colors. There is no narration, even though each gesture bears evidence of experience of one who makes the gesture. His work, distanced from cries of expressionism, suspended between the “chaotic” informel and geometric abstraction, does not impose, neither in terms of emotions nor concepts, nor does it ever seduce with its enigmatic ambiguity. And yet, I don’t think it will leave anyone indifferent. His work is not looking for a mystery as it believes that mystery will find it itself. Don’t Google anything, log out – this is what it says, if it says anything at all – it allows for things to be said outside the language in order for what you see to finally become what you see and not what you know, not seeing anything.