On the first encoun­ter with the art of Aneta Grzeszykow­ska it is hard to avoid a kind of sur­face effect – an imposing assump­tion that the essence of her works resides in their exterior layer and that sight is the privileged sense in their recep­tion. However, one could not be more mistaken: after only a while do we begin to realise that the artistic prac­tice of Aneta Grzeszykow­ska is not much of a post­moder­nist play with images (even in its critical under­stan­ding). Instead it is lined with something darker, a kind of troubling rup­ture, for­cing one to look for meaning not on the sur­face of the images, but precisely in those rup­tures where this lining reveals its presence and marks their sen­sual visuality with the stigma of the uncanny.

Krzysz­tof Pijar­ski (excerpt from an essay in the book)