Should we talk about ourselves to others? Bother them with our voice, appearance, thoughts? Are we living in a time when the concentration of humanness in humans is so high that it inevitably oozes out of the corporeal framework? Contact with Paweł Frenczak’s works can give an impression that we are looking at documentation of a trip. A trip inwards as much as travelling across the world. Is it autobiography, after all? In a way. However, I prefer to look at these photographs as if they were a peculiar document. Snapshots of impressions, faces and emotions. A certain instability and carelessness about what is happening. It simply exists. Just like youth. Something like that used to exist somewhere, sometime … and maybe it still does?
In the presented cycle of photographs, Paweł Frenczak assumes the role of a director. He is making a film that triggers very clear associations with film noir. Do the images on display form a coherent story, a narrative? Full of darkness, contrasts and omissions. The viewer must individually interpret what he has just seen. Often, he will find pieces of himself in these scraps. His memories, places and experiences. In the visual deluge of images posted on Facebook or Instagram every day, we become our own biographers. We document our existence in the world.