I Kinga Bartis’ værk er nærmest alt i bevægelse. De ting, som vi sædvanligvis skelner fra hinanden, flyder her sammen. En menneskekrops omrids sløres i havets strøm. Havet glider over i himlen. En fugls vingeslag gribes af vinden og går i et med skyerne. Bartis’ værker er som økosystemer. Intet kan anskues isoleret. De forskellige elementer er ikke afgrænsede af klare konturer. De vibrerer. Alting er ikke blot animeret. Tingene er også så sammenvævede, at de animerer hinanden.
Med Bartis’ første institutionelle soloudstilling Shores of Selves på Tranen præsenteres en verden, hvor alting har et selv, men selvet er i forandring og uden afgrænsning. En ting kan have et selv, men kan også dele det med andre. Bartis maler ikke blot mennesker, dyr, planter, havet, himlen og himmellegemerne i sig selv. Bartis maler også, hvad de er for hinanden. Stedet, hvor et element ender og et nyt begynder, er flydende ligesom kysten, hvor hav møder land – som omfavnelse, som sammenstød, som sex, som kamp. Det samme gælder malerierne og gulvtæppet på udstillingen, der nok indtager hver sin plads, men samtidig flyder over i.
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In Kinga Bartis ’ work, almost everything is moving. The things that we usually distinguish from each other flow together. The outline of a human body is blurred in the flow of the sea. The sea slides into the sky. The wings of a bird are gripped by the wind and join in with the clouds. Bartis ’ works are like ecosystems. Nothing can be viewed in isolation. The various elements are not bounded by clear contours. They vibrate. Everything is not just animated. Things are also so interwoven that they animate each other.
With Bartis ’ first institutional solo exhibition Shores of Selves at Tranen, a world is presented where everything has one itself, but the self is changing and without demarcation. One thing can have one itself, but can also share it with others. Bartis not only paints humans, animals, plants, the sea, the sky and the celestial bodies themselves. Bartis also paints what they are for each other. The place where an element ends and a new one begins is fluid like the coast, where sea meets land – as embrace, as clashes, as sex, as struggle. The same applies to the paintings and carpet at the exhibition, which each occupies its own place, but at the same time floats into each other.
