Warsaw, 1962. Lives and works in Warsaw and Paris.

Adam Adach’s paintings seem eerily timeless. We gaze at moments of condensed stillness that are overlaid with a silvery veneer of melancholy. Inevitably, we are reminded of old photographs or movie sequences, in which the passage of time is revealed through scratches and marks. The artist draws on either old photographs or newspaper clippings he finds at flea markets and his own contemporary photographs as source

material for his paintings. (Katja Albers)