Horizons of Silence by Łukasz Olek

Horizons of Silence by Łukasz Olek

Outside stalowa

11 September 2025 - 05 October 2025

Łukasz Olek's exhibition at the Fijewski Gallery. Vernissage September 11, 2025, at 6:00 p.m. Villa Poranek ul. Józefa Ignacego Kraszewskiego 1 Konstancin-Jeziorna Admission only with invitation.

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Horizons of Silence by Łukasz Olek
Curated by Jakub Fijewski

When September arrives in Konstancin-Jeziorna, the world slowly sheds the intensity of summer, and the balance between day and night tilts toward longer twilights. It is precisely at this threshold—between the last warmth of summer and the first autumn mists—that Łukasz Olek opens his newest exhibition, Horizons of Silence.

Olek's paintings are not depictions of places, but fragments of memory: horizons blurred like afterimages, colors dissolving into light, echoes of landscapes seen and felt. He often says he loves to get lost—on forgotten roads, in silence, in the wilderness—and from these wanderings his works are born. Each canvas distills that fleeting moment when the world is both present and already slipping into memory.

In dialogue with Turner, Friedrich, and Rothko, Olek renews the language of landscape. His large-scale canvases reduce nature to bands of color, charged with atmosphere and emotion. Layers of acrylic—scraped, rebuilt, shimmering with countless flecks of pigment—create surfaces that flicker with intensity, only to resolve into stillness. These are not decorative objects but meditations, mirrors in which viewers often find their own memories: a childhood field, a lake at dawn, a forest path.

Konstancin-Jeziorna, long known as a haven of greenery and retreat, becomes the natural frame for this exhibition. The villa housing Fijewski Gallery is not a sterile white cube, but a space where paintings converse with pine trees and modernist architecture alike. Here, at the turning of seasons, Olek's art becomes a quiet ritual of looking—an invitation to pause, breathe, and listen to silence.

Horizons of Silence does not end on the gallery wall. It lingers, like the scent of autumn fog, like the final breath of summer, like a horizon remembered long after the light has faded.