Why Surrealism Keeps Coming Back to Us
Surrealism is a revolt against the coldness of geometry, dead abstraction, the prose of protocol sentences. How does one create one's own world against them?
By Eliza Kącka
In the catering section of the SuperSam in Warsaw — barbarically demolished twenty years ago — a colossal panel spread above the bar. It measured, to an untrained eye, something like three meters by twenty-five. The work, as I was told, of Hanna and Gabriel Rechowicz, it shamelessly embraced the style of the American painter Yves Tanguy. Shamelessly, because in 1962 such a visual installation presents itself as a subcutaneous — or rather: pulsating beneath the plaster — rebellion.
