Kacper Tomaszewski (b. 1999) – visual artist.
A graduate of the Academy of Fine Arts in Warsaw, he works with installations, objects, painting, and photography. As a member of the Good Death Institute collective, he explores themes of interspecies relationships and social behaviors. A love for dogs and an exploration of his own childhood are his main sources of inspiration. 
He presented solo exhibitions including: Dream Doggy, Dream… (Promocyjna Gallery, Warsaw, 2024), Trace (Marszałkowska 18 Gallery, Warsaw, 2023),  Lodge (Galleri Blunk, Norway, 2022), and Buciory (Brzozowa Gallery, Warsaw, 2019).

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Dogs
installation, plastic, wood, glue, 2022
picture by Michał Mańka

The object illustrates the evolution of the relationship with the feeling of fear, while deeply exploring the aesthetics of this emotional state - non-obviousness, marginality, fantasy. It penetrates into the realm of vagueness and non-obviousness to explore what potentials lie in the realm of fear and in various dark narratives. He devises what forces may lie dormant in the nooks and crannies of the fear-space and what stories may hide there. The center of the work is a written "Creepypasta" - type story, which is an integral part of the installation.

When I was little I loved to collect figurines of little dogs. I had a huge collection. I proudly put them all on a table near my bed. One night I was awakened by a terrible noise. With anxiety I gently uncovered myself from the quilt and got out of bed. Terrified, I saw doggie figures surrounding me. All of them momentarily began to growl and bark. One of them jumped on me, I was terrified. The rest of the doggies joined him. I felt their weight. They began to bite me. I didn't know what to do. I didn't have the strength to push them away. I cried loudly for help. Nobody showed up. I couldn't breathe. I began to feel pressure in my chest. I woke up. I didn't know it was a dream. Looking around the room, I couldn't locate my dogs. They were gone, disappeared. I looked for them all over the house. I never saw them again. To this day, no one can find them.