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When I was eight or nine years old – sometime in the middle of the 70’s – my mother decided to put up one teenage girl from the village for a night in our house. The girl disappeared somewhere early in the morning and I did some indecent thing – I peeped into the inconspicuously looking notebook lying next to her bed. To my surprise it turned out to be full of obscene lyrics of songs – they were all sensational but there was one that made such an ineffaceable impression on me that I just can’t waive it aside till today.

It looked something like this:

Sato dżabelka de de of ma la ka
ju lof isma s
ła me mo i
Sato d
żabelka blu let i ma la ka
sam deja reto wej en zi...

It seemed much more interesting than the lines about forest brigands with very long…beards. My eyes stood out like chapel hat-pegs though when I noticed the caption underneath (I already spoke English well at that time). These were – according to the owner of the notebook – lyrics of “Sun of Jamaica”, the song by Boney M.

Here’s the original version for those of you who don’t know it:

Sun of Jamaica, the dreams of Malaika,
Your love is my sweet memory.
Sun of Jamaica, Blue Lady Malaika,
Someday I'll return, wait and see.

My conviction that there probably are lots of things in life that will surprise me in future must have been born then.

Actually I don’t really know why has this memory come back to me now but I have a feeling that it has some deep connection with the content of this issue of WT. As well as the fact that the bid for redecoration of some institution was won by the company named Komplex-dom. Zmy¶lony Tadeusz (Complex-home Fictitious Thaddaeus ), situtated at Czarne Błoto (Black Mud) street in Zławie¶ Wielka (Great Evilvillage) borough. I have checked on the internet if it’s not a joke – no, it really appears in the register of companies! Well, Mr Ficticious can even take me to court for this but I just had to quote his full personal data here. Another tiny delectable details are that presently in the National Opera, Piotr Beczała (Peter Bleating) sings in “Rigoletto”… Maybe I do have primitive fancies but I truly believe that these are the moments that make life worth living.

But how does it relate to WT then? Jacek B±kowski presents a Book of found objects that became unimportant for their former owners or escaped them. Mirek Stępniak introduces us to his last bits or the first bits which are a perfect embodiment of accidentalism. Żuk Piwkowski opens, also for other artists, his Photomemory project which is on one hand a consequent collection of self-portraits, and on the other – a collection of quite accidental shots of life.

Oh! Then it’s all about the accident, about things that kind of shove themselves into our hands somehow...

So, I’m going to write about an exhibition I’m taking part in – “The sense of one thought”. I know I shouldn’t, just like I shouldn’t have began the previous sentence with “so”, and just like it’s not right to peep into other people’s notebooks or mock their names.

„It’s just the way it is that we, people, like to accumulate things. – wrote Karolina Kozyra, our curator – actually, the word “curator” doesn’t fit here well, the „inspirer” sounds much better. – We collect various objects. The attachment, the need or desire for possession are stronger than common sense and knowing that we don’t really need the ten-year-old New Year’s Eve champagne cork anymore, nor the old holed sweater, nor a cap picked up off street last summer and other finds that we liked or those that were a beginning of some special thought, idea, a start of some creative process or a hope for something”.

Her words – text a bit longer than I quoted – were released into the net by several of her friends and immediately turned some light bulbs in our heads, it woke something up, reminded us of something. Almost anyone who likes creating stuff, even if only once in a blue moon, has projects that cannot “hatch”, take on their final form, while he/she feels internal certainty that they have some sense or a potential, or projects that – just on the contrary – grew out of nothing, out of nonsense, failure or imperfection, from an absolute accident but got transformed into something that is important for him/her now or maybe even representative.

.That is probably why we instantly understood what Karolina meant and this is why this exhibition – although it could be easily misinterpreted as an artistic melting pot at a first glance – is very coherent.

Patrycja Dołowy took pictures of herself when she felt sick, Joanna Korecka instead of crying over the catastrophe that ruined all her family porcelain decided to turn it into a photography series, Marta Zasępa (here I regret we don’t publish in colour) photographed some abstract „holes”, areas of absurd, Kasia Terechowicz used the most banal, esthetically unacceptable objects to make them protagonists of photo adverts, IzaTT arranged her photographs into home altars, Ania Wawrzkowicz put pictures of her school trauma into jars like preserves, Daniel Miter went crazy about yellow vehicles, Karolina herself „recycled” paper boats that she made for some long time invalid reason, and I was chasing a white thread from the past. Briefly speaking, everybody has some fixations and their little story to tell, like my grandmother used to say. The phrase itself is not that much revealing but when you look at all these works of art en masse – something starts to emerge out of it.

The exhibition was organised in the Palace of the Old Book at Działdowska street, which is in itself a sense of one thought, full of potential discoveries and astonishments. In WT we are presenting only one photo of each artist, despite the fact that their work is a typical example of „project” thinking, a cycle. I think though, that in this way they will together make a new composition beyond authorship.

The „Tiles”, project by Majka Parczewska, fits here incredibly well. There is an infinite amount of answers to her question about what art is. And maybe just then, when there is no one definition it’s easier to see the sense. Sam deja reto wej en zi.

Klara Kopcińska

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