At the turn of the 20th century crystal was a great topic in art. Supposedly, it was due to its quality to symbolise the unity of the natural, organic and the ideal, geometric. In the same way, the work of Piotr Łakomy deals with a sort of inwardly self-determining order which, however, doesn’t operate in the classical, separated polarities, instead it is somehow mutating, crossbred, it overflows, liquifies itself, gets satiated by this or that element, once geometric, another time organic. Even regarding the clearly futuristic, cosmic, while at the same time eroded, trite, even wounded expression of his statues, it is, after all, impossible not to think of a sort of science-fiction appeal.
“Prickly constructions of indistinct shapes reached up to the height of a few floors. They had no windows, no doors, not even walls. Some looked like rippled, very densely knitted nets, cutting each other across in various directions and fortified in the spots of their connections, some resembled complicated spatial arabesques, similar to those arising when honeycombs penetrate themselves; or a net with triangular and pentagonal holes. In each larger element and in each visible surface it was possible to find some regularity, not as homogeneous as in a crystal, but indubitable, repeating itself in a certain rhythm, albeit in some places interrupted by marks of destruction. Some constructions were joined into a kind of cuboid-like shapes that were densely vegetated by branches (the branches didn’t grow geometrically, as it is with trees and bushes, though: they either generated a part of a bow or they were contorted into a spiral).