I came into the world in a country that was severely damaged during the Second World War. In a city that was wiped off the face of the earth a few decades ago and was never to be reborn. I come from a generation whose ancestors unconsciously transferred traumas and painful experiences onto them. As a child, I did not know any family who wasn't affected by the personal tragedy of war. My grandparents experienced a nightmare of violence and death, the loss of many of their loved ones, the loss of assets built up over generations. Their world had never been consistent, lasting or predictable. They passed this baggage on to future generations in the hope that nothing so horrible would ever happen again. However, successive generations came to live in the communist shackles of the Soviet forces, under governments based on terror and surveillance. The regime effectively eliminated any development of the individual, limited individuality, freedom of speech, the possibility to leave the country. The world behind the Iron Curtain was hermetic, filled with fear. This reality has left its mark on people's minds, affecting their worldview. Over the years, powerlessness, disagreements and frustration destroyed my parents' generation.
That's when I was born. From my ancestors I inherited tragic experiences, and from fate - chronic illness and talent. The disease destroyed my body from early childhood. The reality of the difficult times I lived in prevented me from getting the correct diagnosis. I suffered, relying on the limited knowledge of doctors, the treatments they recommended which not only had no effect, but were an additional source of pain, depriving me of hope. Escaping into the imagination became a means of protection. Pencil and paper became the tools that made the world bearable.
However, the path to the painting I do now was long and winding. It took me almost 30 years. It started with fighting the system, the experience of Poland recovering freedom, understanding, self-awareness and acceptance of individuality in 1989. The bumpy road I traveled led through years of personal struggle for survival. Imagination gave me pictures that contained everything that I was, what I experienced, what I was and am a witness of. All of this is alive and visible in my paintings. The heroes are almost always made up of pieces, they break, burst, shatter, they have mechanical parts, which is an allegory of my personal struggles. They grow out of the memory of past generations, they are an echo of deep emotions.