5 November 2015
The ghost happend to exist because it had previously been a different image. Probably a bit too overconscientious, bit of blue here, a red field there. Now it is a ghost. Majestically its olive green form rests in motion. And because it had been a different image before, without a notion of its own existence, it is there now as naturally as it hadn't ever been. It expands to all sides yet stays what it is. Unless it ceases to exist and it will then not have been nothing because it really had been there, I thought. Perhaps the image longs for a body, like every ghost does. And like the word flesh - the image would be a body or a zebra and a tree in bloom.
The painter Gregor Warzecha (*1977 in Strzelce Opolskie, Poland) lives and works in Freiburg, Germany. Primed with the blind spots of the psyche, his drawings and paintings are visitations dimly projected on the void. He made solo exhibitions inter alia at Patricia Low Contemporary in Gstaad, Kunstverein Heppenheim and Galerie Knecht und Burster in Karlsruhe.