Boże narodzenie

Zostałam kiedyś zaproszona do wzięcia udziału w wystawie szopek bożonarodzeniowych.

Money

I cannot put it more straight.

Every painting is linked to a project and once the piece of art is sold, the new project can get started.

The light blue

I went for a trip in order to create another therapeutic space. I wanted a majority of the area to be red. I want to make order in desire at least.

But everything went wrong.

I chose a place – covered with a blue wallpaper that I had to tear off – so I started to do so. Partially working on the walls, partially painting them, I realised that in order to put on a red paint I have to destroy the blue one completely.

..and I can’t..

The battle lasted for a couple of days, the red was being splashed everywhere..

.. and the blue was still present..

…and I started to be in love.

so: this is reportage of falling in dramatic love when you can do with it nothing.

Exhibitions enter Address: Krupówki 49, Zakopane.
Vernissage “Hasior Reincarnations” (Hasior Reincarnations) 2021
Time: 6 pm.

The stairs are covered with a red carpet that is long enough to reach the middle of the street. Too scared to step on its silky surface. A crowd of people is waiting nearby the luxurious rug. Two security agents guard the door.

6.00 p.m. security agents touch the headphones in the ears

At 6.04 p.m. they instruct the journalist about the need for permits to take photos

6.02, 04, 07 let a few people they know in

6.10 pm. Slowly letting people enter the building.

The doors are scanned by laser beams. Each of the many guests is stopped and asked to stand still in order to get examined by the red laser light. The guests have to look straight at the camera lens, sign some documents, and submit their fingerprints, which is confirmed by a sound from the computer. All this happens under the watchful eyes of many visible cameras. The whole process of entry over 300 people takes around 40 minutes.

Two out of 300 people refused to have their fingertips scanned.

Nothing

The Night of Museums

Time: 8 pm

Posters and leaflets are filled with information about the event: Nothing will be happening at the workshop on Piaseckiego 14.

People were not discouraged…

Butler Alojzy was trying to push away the advancing crowd. People were trying to get inside through doors and windows. Teofil and I were explaining: the same happens at The Night of Museums every year – you think you can walk freely into the rooms and search in every nook and cranny? Didn’t we tell u before: NOTHING WILL HAPPEN! WHY WON’T YOU GO SOMWHERE WHERE SOMETHING TAKES PLACE?

It did not work…

They were standing, looking around, talking..

Dziunia could not sleep, and Pulcheria, the poor child, was sleepwalking around the sculptures which were on the path in front of the house.

We wouldn’t have made it if it hadn’t been for the booze!

HOW MUCH ONE NEEDS TO ENDURE BECAUSE OF THESE „ART LOVERS”!

Luck of touch wound

Pain of the absence

Every action is like a process.

You start, you think you know, you think you know in which direction to go until you realize you didn’t know anything.

The emergence of the painting started from a word „TOUCH”. It was supposed to be a softness, tenderness, pleasure, but it turned out that I cannot face up to the challenge. It started opening the wounds from the past, so violently that I put it aside..

After a couple of years I found the painting. Waterstained. Dirty. Forgotten. I realised that the feeling of touch in my life is just like this picture. Unexpected, precisely underlined and distilled truth came out. The truth so phenomenal that I decided to exhibit the painting.

“Pain of the absence of touch”.

Anyway.. on the exhibition day the painting changed itself. It bled me from the inside, swung with a rebellious spray. It ended a period of time. I was watching it in the gallery for a couple of hours. The consequences of bleeding, the use of word and black paint, were reaching my mind. Thoughts crated a web-like system. Emotions evolved. Until I stood up and cut out one word from the title. And then it was finished.

It was the end of „the absence of pain”

„The end of touch?”

I still don’t know a lot about it..

Realisation time: 09. 2013- 06.2016 r.

Here you have my old projects. Cloths, things, pictures, photos of happenings, walls, some street work. I’ve chosen only thats what I like the most – I made a lot of them! I will not explain them, but of course some of them need it. I’ve made this folder to show what I’ve done and what I can.

Everything here is made by me.

My instalations also I make by myself.

Even electric stuff at feeling machine.