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Martyna Benedyka is a visual and sound artist, painter, photographer, and coloratura soprano. Working in a wide range of media including painting, film and digital photography, collage, site-specific installation, video and sound art, she focuses on human voice and existence, nature, and the clandestine life of objects.

She studied Art and Design at the Gray’s School of Art in Scotland, UK and graduated with a First Class BA (Hons) degree in Fine Art Painting in 2014. She has exhibited in the UK, Italy, Germany, Ireland, Denmark, Poland, Czechia, Romania, Estonia, Switzerland, South Korea, Canada and the USA.

Her work has been chosen by the Federation of British Artists for the Futures - UK’s largest annual survey of emerging contemporary figurative art at the Mall Galleries, London, among others. Recent projects include: Classix Festival (winner 2022), DongGang Photo Festival (winner 2022-23), or De Structura Project (winner 2022-23). She is a member of Futures Photography, Amsterdam, NL (winner 2022). She specializes in early and classical music.





Before The Mirror

Portrait (Beauty)






KINTSUGI



PHOTOBOOK available now at  The Library Project
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Image: Human Nature




Image: Kintsugi Photobook




Image: Desert








2014  



On The Border 





What is a photograph? For me, a fragment of quick-silver,
a lucid dream, a scribbled note from the subconscious
to be deciphered, perhaps, over years.
It is a monologue trying to become a conversation,
an offering, an alibi, a salute.
Eva Rubinstein


On The Border is a tribute to silence that always exists on the verge of disappearing. The interactions between the images with their connections, serve as the border between visible and clandestine fragments.


The uncanny stillness in movement challenges the idea of where we are at the exact time and place, which is not like any other time and place. In the feeling of solitude and quiet, this visual story takes us to the unknown capturing the familiar.


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Artist photobook accompanying
the Open Your Eyes exhibition
at Gray’s School of Art, Scotland, UK

Gelatin Silver Print







The Sublime 
2023


SOLO SHOW
27 June - 18 July 2023

Dan Hatmanu Gallery


Another source of the sublime is infinity; if it does not rather belong to the last. Infinity has a tendency to fill the mind with that sort of delightful horror, which is the most genuine effect, and truest test of the sublime. There are scarce any things which can become the objects of our senses, that are really and in their own nature infinite. But the eye not being able to perceive the bounds of many things, they seem to be infinite, and they produce the same effects as if they were really so. We are deceived in the like manner, if the parts of some large object are so continued to any indefinite number, that the imagination meets no check which may hinder its extending them at pleasure. Whenever we repeat any idea frequently, the mind, by a sort of mechanism, repeats it long after the first cause has ceased to operate. After whirling about, when we sit down, the objects about us still seem to whirl. After a long succession of noises, as the fall of waters, or the beating of forge-hammers, the hammers beat and the waters roar in the imagination long after the first sounds have ceased to affect it; and they die away at last by gradations which are scarcely perceptible. If you hold up a straight pole, with your eye to one end, it will seem extended to a length almost incredible. Place a number of uniform and equidistant marks on this pole, they will cause the same deception, and seem multiplied without end. The senses, strongly affected in some one manner, cannot quickly change their tenor, or adapt themselves to other things; but they continue in their old channel until the strength of the first mover decays.
(1757)
Edmund Burke

The concept of the sublime in philosophical aesthetics and art history is mainly understood as the quality of greatness. Edmund Burke, an Irish-born philosopher, claimed that the sublime is the most powerful experience. He also argued that sublimity and beauty were mutually exclusive. Burke presented his theory that beautiful objects are small and delicate, while sublime ones are dark and terrifying. Fascinated by this concept, I have chosen a series of different-sized paintings which touch on themes of monumentality as an aura of greatness, and little beauties in our lives that are inseparable from their fragility. One of the sources of sublimity is infinity. Exploring the infinite, we experience a deeper, often unforgettable, sense of wonder. Here, the infinity is realized through cropped compositions, blackness, repetition, and the potential to evoke a mixture of emotions and feelings in the viewer. According to Burke, beauty brings relaxation and sublimity brings tension. The paradox of the sublime arises when we find peace in the things that overwhelm us. Both captivate us, despite the dangers. I decided to express the sublime and the infinite, referring to the sense and power of the image in the real world. Depriving it of details, a rather enigmatic selection of paintings evoke notions of the sublime as an aesthetic experience and a monumental vision that strikes the viewer with power and raises the boundless question of whether the sublime in art can coexist with beauty.


(2023)
Martyna Benedyka







Peephole, 2023
oil on wood
Image: Martyna Benedyka





                                     

The Monument, 2023
oil on linen
Image: Martyna Benedyka

Ceramic Mushroom, 2022
oil on linen
Image: Martyna Benedyka








                           


Before The Mirror, 2021
oil on canvas
Image: Martyna Benedyka

The Paradox Of The Sublime, 2023
oil on canvas
Image: Martyna Benedyka








Woman, 2014
oil on wood
Image: Martyna Benedyka



                          

Do You Remember When (Conversation I), 2021-22
oil on canvas
Image: Martyna Benedyka


Why The World Looks The Way It Does (Conversation II), 2021-22
oil on canvas
Image: Martyna Benedyka



                           

Caryatid, 2023
oil on canvas
Image: Martyna Benedyka




Queen, 2023
oil on canvas
Image: Martyna Benedyka



                                                           
Two Sisters, 2017-18
oil on wood
Image: Martyna Benedyka



Fragility (Primitive Plant), 2017-18
oil on wood
Image: Martyna Benedyka









Portrait (Beauty), 2023
oil on canvas
Image: Martyna Benedyka








The Art Of Singing, 2023
oil on canvas
Image: Martyna Benedyka


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Experience Peace


2022



︎ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNehqXs0ItM

︎ https://vimeo.com/774419357
︎ https://soundcloud.com/martyna-benedyka/experience-peace



In light of current war events, I wanted to create a piece that would express the feelings
of those in potential danger. Some people feel safer than others.
Some manage to forget about the war. But we are all in
a state of limbo. I decided to examine this state in my work. This
work, which includes an aria from Georg Friedrich Haendel's
first oratorio called "The Triumph of Time and Disillusion",
aims to trigger memory and bring the past times.

Voice, sound recording and moving image: Martyna Benedyka





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2022-2024

Don't Forget You're Going To Die  





A BRAVE AND STARTLING TRUTH
by Maya Angelou

We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth

And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms

When we come to it
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate
And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean
When battlefields and coliseum
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters
Up with the bruised and bloody grass
To lie in identical plots in foreign soil

When the rapacious storming of the churches
The screaming racket in the temples have ceased
When the pennants are waving gaily
When the banners of the world tremble
Stoutly in the good, clean breeze

When we come to it
When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce
When land mines of death have been removed
And the aged can walk into evenings of peace
When religious ritual is not perfumed
By the incense of burning flesh
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake
By nightmares of abuse

When we come to it
Then we will confess that not the Pyramids
With their stones set in mysterious perfection
Nor the Gardens of Babylon
Hanging as eternal beauty
In our collective memory
Not the Grand Canyon
Kindled into delicious color
By Western sunsets

Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe
Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji
Stretching to the Rising Sun
Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor,
Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores
These are not the only wonders of the world

When we come to it
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace
We, this people on this mote of matter
In whose mouths abide cankerous words
Which challenge our very existence
Yet out of those same mouths
Come songs of such exquisite sweetness
That the heart falters in its labor
And the body is quieted into awe

We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines

When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear

When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.





Don’t Forget You’re Going To Die is a photographic story project, inspired by “A Brave And Startling Truth” by Maya Angelou and so-called killed negatives (negatives of rejected images that were punctured with a hole puncher) by American photographers that were systematically destroyed in the 1930s.

The collection I am building is personal, almost intimate, and very broad at the same time. The idea behind this project is finding the metaphor for the unexplained and incomplete; in objects, nature, people and situations.

Whereas a picture usually documents reality, it can also hide it, so that it becomes inaccessible and the only thing we can do is interpret, like dreams, which in the end is just speculation.




On The Sea





Family Portrait





Courtyard With Shadow









Guest Room










Double Portrait







        
Harp








Tina







Three-Legged Chair









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