The Fall” was a site-specific, ephemeral installation, formed out of wood and cardboard, which after one and half months of beeing exhibited, was dismantled and sent to the abyss. The installation was made specially for the second exhibition at Museum of Modern Art in Warsaw. The institution just started to function in the former office
spaces of „Emilia” furniture shop. The exhibition was titled

Ain't No Sorry” and was „conceived and prepared during a seminar
held at the Curatorial Studies at the Jagiellonian University in
Krakow”. It was more than 12 years ago that this exhibition happened. Its idea was to present the youngest generation of „emerging” artists.
Since it took place in the newly opened Museum of Modern Art in
Warsaw, it gave the opportunity for the career to flourish, either
for the young curators or the artists. So the tension was high.
And the decision of what to show, from my perspective, was preety
Not following the wishes of the curators, I decided to present the
new site-specific piece. It was a huge sculpture/installation made
of cardboard covered with black paint and suspended in the air
with the help of fishing line. The shape resembled human body,
that is cut into half. The upper part (head, hands, and torso)
is situted in the building (the institution) and the bottom part
(the legs) is leaning on the outer glass wall of the museum building,
and is subjected to meteorological influences.

My idea was simple. I was representing a situation in which the
body (of young artist) is situated partly in the institution and
partly outside. While the indoor part keeps the body secure, the
other part erodes through time. Gradually, the parts separate from
each other. Two halves cannot stay the same.
The installation represents a situation in which the body
accidently falls into the institution, yet it is stopped and
suspended by magical anti-gravity force. You might fall because
you haven't seen the obstacle, or you might fall into oblivion,
you can fail to be recognized and accepted by the institutional
structure or the art-world system at large.

Looking from the perspective of the exhibition space, both inside
and outside, the geometric shape referred to the architectural
structure of the building. The object itself was a physical
obstacle for viewers - to see another part of the exhibition, you
had to crawl under or walk tight against the wall - and a visual
as well, since it was not possible to look at the long exhibition
space. Only from the first floor of the “Emilia” furniture store
was the installation recognized as a human figure.
At that moment the space of „Emilia” furniture store
was not yet a part of exhibition spaces of the Museum.
In 2017 the building was demolished by a developer.

I don't know if it was because of no positive feedback about this
piece or an opinion of the director of the Museum that the
sculpture is ugly, that I felt I failed and did something bad.
After returning from Warsaw to Katowice (where I had been living
at that moment) I was sad about this failure and I created the

First Song About Triangles”

In this videoperformance I am trying to play on the instrument dressed with a geometrical costume made of cardboard. I am not fully in charge of the sounds I produce.
The costume – protesis – influences, determines the music.
When you are grounded by your parents, because you did something
bad, hidden in your private room you still might have a chance to
redeem yourself and create something beautifull.
Today I also feel remorse over the materials used in my artistic
practice and which have been abandoned. I am wondering what
happened to the cardboard and sticks that „The Fall” installation
was made of. I imagine that those materials are on some waste
area, without context beeing just part of layers of rubish that
humans created and left. Yet the materials remember the good times
when they were subjected to cultural context, and for feew weeks
were part of some coherent body of meaning. I feel sad for them.
I would like to find those materials, dig them out from the
obscurity, and say : „I am sorry. Let's be friends again, and
let's do together something important!”
But maybe they feel ok, beeing somewhere beyond the border of art
and life, nature and culture, subjected by erosion into new forms
of soil or beeing just a garbage.