Zofia Kulik & KwieKulik | Quotes from the Archive

Zofia Kulik & KwieKulik | Quotes from the Archive

Opening: Friday, 28 June 2019, from 6 to 9 pm
Exhibition: 29 June – 31 August, 2019

We are delighted to announce that ŻAK | BRANICKA has expanded its partnership with artist Zofia Kulik and together have co-founded the Kulik KwieKulik Foundation. The main goal of this project is to promote Zofia Kulik’s practice, both during the period of cooperation with former partner Przemysław Kwiek, the artistic duo known as KwieKulik, and later in her solo career as an independent artist.
The inaugural presentation titled Quotes from the Archive, will focus on Zofia Kulik’s avant-garde concept of archive building – a revolutionary approach that tackles archiving as an essential artistic practice. Illustrating this, the work The Light of a Dead Star (1979, presented at De Appel in Amsterdam that same year), a focal piece of the presentation, refers to the work of KwieKulik done since 1969 and presented as a sequence of events until its formal introduction to the West in 1979. With this in mind, the gallery space will merge with the Foundation for the next three months and be exclusively dedicated to it.

Dominik Lejman | Haptic Aphorisms

Opening: Friday, 26 April 2019, from 6 to 9 pm
Exhibition: 27 April – 1 June, 2019


On the occasion of Gallery Weekend in Berlin,  ŻAK | BRANICKA is proud to present a solo exhibition by Dominik Lejman, titled Haptic Aphorisms.
Dominik Lejman | Haptic Aphorisms
Hubert Czerepok | Americans, I am afraid of

Hubert Czerepok | Americans, I am afraid of



A Border
I had a dream about a border, very difficult to cross,
though I myself had crossed a number of such borders
despite the guardians of states and empires.

In the dream everything was fine as long as
we were not forced to cross the border.

On this side a nappy green carpet made from the treetops
of a tropical forest, we soar over it, we birds.

On the other side nothing.
Nothing to be touched, seen, heard, tasted.

We prepare to go there reluctantly, like emigrés
who do not expect happiness in the distant countries of their exile.

Czesław Milosz *