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Curator: Here we have an untitled work by Zdzislaw Beksinski, known for his dystopian and surreal imagery. Editor: My first thought? This figure looks entombed in fabric... but that's no ordinary textile. More like…calcified ruffles. A gothic wedding dress after centuries underwater? Curator: Beksinski’s pieces often delve into themes of death and the decay of the body, reflecting perhaps, the bleakness he experienced in his personal life. Notice how the surface almost mimics eroded stone or bone? Editor: Yes, and the strange hand gesture – is that supposed to be playful? Out of place and slightly mocking? And the use of what looks like fractal patterns in that gargantuan, suffocating garb; I can’t tell if he is romanticizing that decay, or revolted by the whole prospect. I am also trying to pinpoint Beksinski’s process: the materiality of decay must come with some peculiar production choices... Curator: It’s an intense contrast isn't it? Between the lightness, the near-humor of the hand, and the crushing weight suggested by the heavy drapery. A very human flicker in a scene of cosmic dread, in line with allegories often portrayed in Beksinski’s imagery, if I might add. Editor: Allegories of cosmic dread, using very physical metaphors for decay! It pushes us to confront something abstract through intensely material means: textile-as-tomb, perhaps laboriously built with fractal patterns. It becomes not just a symbol, but also a production. I mean…what did he use for his artwork: paints? Photoshop? Curator: Details regarding his technical approach aren't readily available, are they? Which only adds to the mystery, I suppose. One can appreciate this nameless piece for the sheer density of feeling, don’t you think? Editor: Indeed. We can analyze the materials or his choices until the end of days; regardless, it stares back at you, almost asking why anyone would attempt to make meaning of a cosmic disaster that just *is.* Curator: A fitting endnote. In the end, Beksinski offers us not answers, but evocative meditations of the transient state. Editor: And perhaps some uncomfortable thoughts on what “beauty” really signifies within this decaying material world.