Nic dwa razy, Niets tweemaal
In 1995 I was born. My babcia, my grandmother, passed away in 1997. We met briefly, but I don't remember. Two years ago, for the first time, I saw pictures of her graduation work. She studied at the Poznan Academy of Art, for sculptor. From the moment I saw the photos, I felt a great desire to physically touch the sculptures she made 60 years ago. I traveled to the archives of the University of the Arts in Poznan, where I discovered that the sculptures had been destroyed. I had to find another way to get closer to what I was looking for: what did this connection I felt between her and me mean?
In our family home in Poland, I came across numerous books about plants and their healing powers. It told something about my babcia as a person, but also about the time she lived in. In our home, the garden and forest, I felt a certain energy. I could still touch the plants and trees that my babcia planted and watered. Working with objects and materials in and around the house, I explored how to make something new from parts left behind. Within the process of searching for the meaning of our relationship, I learned that; like the days, we too are not the same.
