Painted with diluted blue pixilating strokes the background glimmers hazily with technological motion. In front, a companionship of patterned tree trunks arises: the boldest of these painted with fiery intensity, writhes with molten energy to splay on the ground like lava. In its upper branches dense circles of dark matter draw our gaze, coaxing us into a strong psychological space where we can embattle a world of cold anxiety.

Punctuated by his trademark details of florescent orange and streaks of depthless blue, the complexion and decomposition of tone central to Trojanowski’s work has an eerily psychedelic nature, bleached and mottled by the icy sky as much as it is intoxicated, made-strange and intensified by the mind’s third eye. With angular twists of bare and knotted branches captured in feverish swirls of colour and form, we are at once faced with the siren of ecological collapse as we are the weird and magical reality of a more-than-human world. For Trojanowski, the forest is indeed a place of contradictory and complex majesty - where one can get away from the speed and pressures of everyday urban life to reclaim a deep sense of enchantment with the natural world — if, at times, this may only be achieved the estranged and painterly invocation of memory, place and feeling.

Trojanowski fuses the warm and decorative energy of his Polish heritage with shades of surreal and expressionist gestures to create graphic and textured organic forms.