Born in Warsaw Poland in 1975.
He lives and works in Aix-en-Provence.
Master degree in research in plastic art, Provence Université (Aix-en-Provence, France)
Diploma at the DNSEP (superior plastic art) at the Ecole Superieure d'Art d'Aix-en-Provence (Aix-en-Provence, France)
9 months Scholarship given by the french government as well as an artist residencies in Ecole Superieure d'Art d'Aix-en-Provence (Aix-en-Provence, France)
Diploma and Master Degree in the painting department of Warsaw’s Beaux-Arts Academie (Warsaw, Poland)
SCHOLARSHIP AND AWARDS
Finalist of the ArtFloor.com Platinium MasterCard price (France)
Award in the mural techniques in (Warsaw, Poland)
Award in painting at the Beaux-Arts academie (Warsaw, Poland)
Tomasz Kaniowski was born in 1975 in Warsaw, Poland and graduated from the Warsaw Fine Art School and the national superior art school of Aix en Provence (France). In 2002, right after he finished his school in Warsaw, he was awarded a one-year scholarship from the French government to study in Aix-en-Provence where he now lives.
The non-diary of a living bodies, faces, places, moments, cravings, obsessions. Dream or reality? And the time that flies by so fast.
Painting and drawing offer me a freedom that I cherish more than anything. I allow myself everything. There is something divine and absurd at the same time. I feel it everyday. I don't look for pictures they come to me. Some of them are more deeply anchored in me and sometimes confuse me. I can't stop myself from living the reality as if it was stroking my entire soul. Body against body. I don't believe in perfection, but in the fragility, the violence, the beauty of the moment.
Dozen of images that succeed to each others, with no interruption, with no boarders, with no other logic than simply being there. Unplanned meetings, stories that aren't stories that are born and disappear. Faces, cities, we look at them and they look back at us. The presence of the image, and the presence by the image. Life goes on and we only see some piece of it, a moment. A wave of images, as many as experiences. A beginning but not really an end as long as we are here as long as I am here. Dream or reality? Maybe both at the same time. No end to the wish to see and to make people see. Life is like and experience