Nic dwa razy, Niets tweemaal
My babcia, my grandmother, died in 1997; I was born in 1995. We met briefly, but I don't remember. Two years ago I saw, for the first time, pictures of her graduation work from 1960, 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 and there I discovered that the sculptures had been destroyed. So 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 the house, garden and forest, I felt a certain animation or spirit. 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. I looked for the relationship between her and me. In that, I learned an important lesson. I learned that, like the days, we too are not the same.
