This Is Not A Love Song, Part. XI: Wladyslaw Pawelec

This is not a love editorial. Somehow, this wants to be a sort of an introduction into another world, where, love exists, don’t worry, but, in other forms, more rudimental, more vivid, more natural, without that tricks you are seeing, daily, on TV or which airs on the Radio Station, tender and sweet and namby-pamby shity songs. To be short, we are searching for the unconventional face of love. We will introduce you some sort of artists who see this feeling – love – with those eyes that we wanted to see too. You will see what is all about and we hope you will enjoy our unconventional love. 

Wladyslaw Pawelec (1923 – 2004) has always stood out in the dirty gray of Warsaw in the late 70s. His nude young women exude a sense of healthy erotic energy in the schizophrenic atmosphere of Poland. The film tracks down some of his models and by juxtaposing them with their portraits captures a sense of passing time. Wladyslaw Pawelec has spent 40 years exploring the female nude. In the silence of his studio, he gives us the timeless spectacle of a mystery that deepens as it is laid bare.

Today, when the naked female is used as an object of pleasure or merchandizing, or as a politicized body, the nudes of Wladyslaw Pawelec come across as traces of a forgotten civilization.

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