Michal Lukasiewicz is a painter from Poland who sculpts with light. His portraits don’t merely depict faces; they manifest presences, as if Caravaggio had risen from the dead and set up a workshop in rural Poland with a palette soaked in silence and memory. Łukasiewicz’s portraits—predominantly monochrome yet pierced with bursts of high-key color—don’t sit on the canvas. They emerge from it, slow and spectral. Using acrylics like a surgeon wielding a scalpel, he builds his works in palimpsestic layers: painting, scraping, washing, revealing. What remains is less a surface than a skin.