artur grucela


Artur Grucela
Desolate, dark, gaunt—you can hear that damp, open emptiness, sinister moon above, ground exhaling dew, crickets or cars or both far off and quietly sounding restless, air heady with a gloom even sodium lights would fail to banish…he puts you there, Artur Grucela, bluff gradients of color illuminating his scenes, starved shadowy darks delineating shape and form, figures looming like unsettled ghosts; it’s a little bit quaint, it’s a little bit unsettling, it’s a lot bit beautiful.