Old Work > Night Paintings-- 2011-2016

Gwendolyn Zabicki painting Chicago artist
oil on canvas
32in. x 24in.
2014
Gwendolyn Zabicki painting Chicago artist
oil on canvas
32" x 36"
2014
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oil on canvas
15in x 17in
2016
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oil on canvas
24in. x 32in.
2015
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oil on canvas
18in x 24 in
2015
Gwendolyn Zabicki painting Chicago artist
oil on canvas
16" x 20"
2012
Gwendolyn Zabicki painting Chicago artist
oil on canvas
20in. x 24in.
2013
Gwendolyn Zabicki painting Chicago artist
oil on canvas
22in. x 36in.
2013
Gwendolyn Zabicki painting Chicago artist
oil on canvas
24" x 32"
2011
Gwen Zabicki painting Chicago artist
oil on canvas
18"x 21"
2011
Humboldt Blvd. 8:30-9:30pm.
oil on canvas
14" x 16"
2012
Albany Avenue
oil on canvas
20" x 16"
2012
Palmer Street
oil on canvas
40" x10"
2012
Humboldt and Palmer
oil on canvas
18" x 20" x 7"
2011
Whipple Street
oil on canvas
16" x 20"
2012

I paint in oils, (often outside and often at night) in my neighborhood of Logan Square. These landscape paintings are inspired by the Bosnian-American novelist Aleksandar Hemon. He wrote that Chicago “was built not for people to come together, but for them to be safely apart.” He argued that in an attempt to build individual freedom, privacy, and independence into the urban landscape, the city’s planning and architecture instead reinforce loneliness and isolation. We can see evidence of life happening around us, but feel shut out of the private lives of others. My paintings explore the shared melancholy produced by life in this kind of city, in which small moments of looking drive home our apartness from one another.