Saturday, November 15, 2008
Creating art: making films, taking pictures and writing is essential part of my life, a kind of necessity of nature, part of a very natural process like breathing or being thirsty or hungry a vital part of everyday life necessary for me to exist, to live in the world. It is also about the need to express myself, the need to find right form for my feelings and emotions, to connect to the world and to other people. At this point in my artistic life my goal is to create with my camera images of our internal landscapes. I share Christopher Isherwood’s attitude- “ I am the camera with its shutter wide open.”
Hazy, hot and humid …one day of the heat wave in New York City. Jimmy works as a bike messenger. The heat, the City, his solitude and his craziness…
HEAT is my love poem to New York…It was my first summer in the New York City. The summer with heat wave over 100F for days, weeks... I was totally alone living in the basement in Brooklyn with no air condition. TV news was scary. People were dying from the heat. I was scared. I had no friends, no money and just split with my partner. I did not know what to do with my life…what was going to happen to me… For months I did not talk to anybody because simply I did not know anybody and I did not know the language. It was one of the most difficult moments in my life. The heat, the unknown City, the unknown country, solitude, fear….and the dreams .. I was not sure…I was dreaming the City or the City was dreaming me…
I come from documentary tradition. So there we were for hours, for days on the streets in the heat of the summer 2003 catching with the camera life of the city- people, traffic, landscapes.
HEAT is my love poem to New York…It was my first summer in the New York City. The summer with heat wave over 100F for days, weeks... I was totally alone living in the basement in Brooklyn with no air condition. TV news was scary. People were dying from the heat. I was scared. I had no friends, no money and just split with my partner. I did not know what to do with my life…what was going to happen to me… For months I did not talk to anybody because simply I did not know anybody and I did not know the language. It was one of the most difficult moments in my life. The heat, the unknown City, the unknown country, solitude, fear….and the dreams .. I was not sure…I was dreaming the City or the City was dreaming me…
I come from documentary tradition. So there we were for hours, for days on the streets in the heat of the summer 2003 catching with the camera life of the city- people, traffic, landscapes.
“Wasteland” is 10 minutes long, (projected on 3 screens or walls at the same time) series of images of real world (industrial part of Greenpoint and Williamsburg) converted to an eerie dream and discovery journey through the inner landscape. A woman (an actress Catherine Rogers) while walking through unknown territory of her dream is looking at the empty streets, walls, peeling paint, empty windows, rusty doors and discovers things and emotions she has never suspected to exist in her, looking into her past. She is accompanied by a child (Isabel Sagun) and a man ( Argentinian dancer Dardo). Her journey has strength of an archetype so everybody can relate to it because it contains the most important and deepest elements of everybody’s life.
In the Creamary exhibit I shown only “Pieces of Wasteland” titled “Walls And Windows” and “The Dream Begun Already” as a triptych.
An email I got after screening at Chashama: " I haven't been to an event
like that in a long time and found it deeply refreshing, as if someone
were speaking to me from a place not usually accessible in the world,
but only in interior experiences of poems, or complex and mysterious
occurrences . .. Beautiful and strange. I was taken with the combination
of image, sound and text. ."
I hope the my audience will share feelings and emotions.
.
In the Creamary exhibit I shown only “Pieces of Wasteland” titled “Walls And Windows” and “The Dream Begun Already” as a triptych.
An email I got after screening at Chashama: " I haven't been to an event
like that in a long time and found it deeply refreshing, as if someone
were speaking to me from a place not usually accessible in the world,
but only in interior experiences of poems, or complex and mysterious
occurrences . .. Beautiful and strange. I was taken with the combination
of image, sound and text. ."
I hope the my audience will share feelings and emotions.
.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
NY,NY 2007
Series of photographs of balloons was inspired by Andy Warhol's silver pillows. I saw a footage of him releasing silver, helium filled, pillows from windows of his first Silver Factory. On February 2007, 20th anniversary of his death my friend, Ania Szczerbak and I released silver and gold large stars next to the Decker Building at Union Square. Then I followed realising them from Brooklyn Bridge, Staten Island Ferry, East River from Greenpoint and in Kepno, Poland.
Releasing balloons has for me also very emotional sides- connects me with my childhood memory and one of letting go. It is a lot of joy also.
Series of photographs of balloons was inspired by Andy Warhol's silver pillows. I saw a footage of him releasing silver, helium filled, pillows from windows of his first Silver Factory. On February 2007, 20th anniversary of his death my friend, Ania Szczerbak and I released silver and gold large stars next to the Decker Building at Union Square. Then I followed realising them from Brooklyn Bridge, Staten Island Ferry, East River from Greenpoint and in Kepno, Poland.
Releasing balloons has for me also very emotional sides- connects me with my childhood memory and one of letting go. It is a lot of joy also.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Currently I work on two documentary projects. First one -about a little town in Poland I grew up in. Kepno has a long history dating from medieval times. It was town on the border and populated by Poles, German and Jews. Second project is about my father. I have never seen him in my life. Last May, in New York I learned he was in anti communistic undeground in 1940-50. got death sentenced and eventually got killed by political police. I went to Poland to look for his story.
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