Today, when we send postcards only occasionally, most often from exotic, sun-lit places, from the magic lands of brightness and happiness, Angelika Gad goes against the grain. She sends us love from forgotten, increasingly abandoned countryside. She tells us about it, juxtaposing memories with everyday life, simultaneously provoking viewers to perform a specific gesture: Why won’t you send a postcard? To yourself and to the countryside, to a village. Your own – brought out from oblivion, the visited, or even the imagined one. Why wouldn’t you send love to yourself, your memories, and perceptions, or to the countryside viewed with all its imperfections? Send postcards with love and let them reach the furthest places in the world.
Part of the curatorial text by Agnieszka Sadowska
Today, when we send postcards only occasionally, most often from exotic, sun-lit places, from the magic lands of brightness and happiness, Angelika Gad goes against the grain. She sends us love from forgotten, increasingly abandoned countryside. She tells us about it, juxtaposing memories with everyday life, simultaneously provoking viewers to perform a specific gesture: Why won’t you send a postcard? To yourself and to the countryside, to a village. Your own – brought out from oblivion, the visited, or even the imagined one. Why wouldn’t you send love to yourself, your memories, and perceptions, or to the countryside viewed with all its imperfections? Send postcards with love and let them reach the furthest places in the world.
Part of the curatorial text by Agnieszka Sadowska
Date:
Jun 2024
Curator:
Agnieszka Sadowska
Years later, Angelika Gad returns to her home village Trzcianka, in Świętokrzyskie Voivodeship, to her own perceptions and ideas about it, to her memories – those good and those bad. And this is a special return, because it involves a place where she spent her first nineteen years, and thus her entire childhood and adolescence. This is a half-nostalgic and tender and half-bitter and saddening return. Because the artist confronts myths with reality, and the images encoded in her memory with what she finds in the village today. And those observations can be really painful.
Part of the curatorial text by Agnieszka Sadowska
