Orapism as: Generation (inhale) – Creation (holding the breath) – Destruction (exhale) – Delight (transition)
(four phases of presence in the image)
- Pencil sketch – generating a concept through the mind (EGO):
The intention is born. The idea. The concept. I am still in the mind. I still think that I will create something.
But already here the movement begins – preparing the field. It is like a seed that does not yet know that it will disappear to bear fruit.
- Ink consolidation – creating something lasting (EXTREME EGO):
The lines gain strength, the personality begins to be “seriously”.
Here is born I want, I create, I am the creator. But this is only a form that must be crossed. - Spatula, blade, stylus – destruction of the construct (EGO DISSOLUTION):
This is a critical moment. The blade of the spatula cuts through the illusion of form.
This is an uncontrolled act. The body acts faster than the decision.
This is the cutting of the ego — the dissolution of the contour, the rejection of the power of the mind.
Here the light appears, because the form ceases to cover it.
This is not destruction for the sake of effect — this is trust in that which is greater than the “I,” this is the stage called INATION, necessary for the emergence of ORAPISM.
- Rejection from the image — delight (TRANSITION):
You cannot correct.
You cannot “go back and fix it.”
Because what happened was real.
Any attempt at correction would be a return to control, to entering the illusion of the mind.
Here the artist becomes a witness — not a perpetrator.
And then the image begins to breathe on its own.
It is no longer a “work.”
It is a trace of the truth that has passed through you.
And anyone who looks does not see the style —
sees the transition, sees the dissolution of form,
sees that light has not been added, therefore it is not an imitation of reality —
it has been let in as a glimpse of reality.
Orapism is not the creation of a picture.
It is an event of light,
which can only appear when you accept the death of the concept.
It is painting as an irreversible life.
It cannot be improved.
Because it is not the picture that is supposed to be perfect.
It is you who were supposed to be real.
I leave this in silence, like a trace of a spatula on an undried background.
Agnieszka Konopka