A Lair

Abstract: I began to reinterpret old myths and Slavic rituals. I used amulets from my childhood home, which was a warehouse for my grandmother's cabinets of curiosities. Through performative activities, objects, installations and portraits, I combined the forest space with the space of the house. My work results in a series of symbolic images dealing with the cycles of life and death present in nature as well as in human life. Description: The house in Witowice Dolne is my childhood home. There live my eyes and spirits collected so scrupulously in the first years of my life. The house stands next to a forest so green and virgin that it is impossible not to discover magical creatures there. Going back, I return to adventures and riddles never solved. I’m still searching for answers. A guide to this world was my grandma. She led me to the woods, and called mushrooms, stones and roots by their names. Some she anthropomorphized and took home with her. Through the years, the inside of the house has been filled to the brim with objects she collected. Grandma never threw anything out. Once she has brought something in, it remains with her forever. The house, together with her, grows old, everything there is subject to natural cycles. Enormous animal-resembling roots, bunches of plants and pebbles arranged on the stove kept their watch over us. They reconciled home space with dark woods.