Paul Lisak was born in Bayonne
on January 30th 1967, of a French mother and a Russian
father. At the age of two, his family left for England,
where he was brought up and still lives today.
After having passed his Baccalauréat at the
“Lycée Français de Londres”,
he decided to enter Saint Martin’s School
of Art in London. Paul Lisak has talent, but in
art school he hasn’t yet found his own style.
He believes he can now prove himself best as a self-taught
artist. Indeed, since 1989, when he received his
diploma, his powerful style has been ever enriching
itself , the themes increasing in number, and his
work gaining in depth…
Today, as
accomplished a musician as he is a painter, he sees
himself as being inspired amongst other things by
experience, science, mythology, music and theology.
His ambition is to integrate these elements into his
paintings. His masters div the likes of Titian, Rembrandt,
Michelangelo, Caravaggio and Rubens as well as modern
giants like Picasso, Matisse, Bacon and Rothko. However,
what Lisak desires the most is to remain a free agent,
free to make use of the techniques he feels comfortable
with and believes in, free to say no to the finality
proper of modern “conceptual” work, but
most of all free to own his own vision and voice,
an increasingly difficult thing to do in our globalized
and institutionalised 21st century world. He often
reflects on questions that are so topical today –
questions relating to religious issues, questions
dealing with the individual, questions regarding the
ambivalences between science and theology, or those
concerning wars and conflicts of all natures –
and he readily uses myth as a medium in his artistic
expression. His paintings, are beautiful, their effects
reminiscent of Caravaggio or Tintoretto. They are
suffused with mystery and their brilliant compositions
recall the masters of the XVI and XVII centuries…
And yet both characters and themes are our contemporaries.
This is, indeed, a strange combination of Beauty,
of Reality past and present – our most prosaic
present, of Horror, but also of Hope.
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