Early 1973 I left Warsaw after long sickness; week and poor back in Stockholm. Friends left town renting me their large flat.
Artist Dominik was working in a good restaurant, recommended me there and I got a job, washing dishes ten hours a day, seven days a week. There was a good payment there and superb food, I recovered quickly.
Dominik invited me one evening and surprised with large expressionistic portraits. He was a professional artist, just decided to not paint any more. Gave me black graphic colour and a roller.
Back home I found a stone plate in the kitchen. Black paint was heavy, I kept on rolling it on the plate until roller's surface was regularly covered.
Then scissors cutting some silhouettes and shapes out of paper, arranging on table a composition, adding a piece of aluminum here and there, some salt grains.
Then covering it with white sheet of paper and rolling all over with a roller. |
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Fascinated with my creative activity for the very first time in life.
Black and white playing together, silvery gray shades, a mystery of chancery happenings.
That night I used all the papers I had, covering them with my first monotypes. Strong smell of colour and turpentine, the floor covered with drying pictures.
After short sleep I went to the restaurant to get pay. Bought me on way home lots of papers and graphic paints. My painting life started. |
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Copper print, graphic and print colours, fluorescent paints
and different kinds of paper.
I tried all what I found on market and learned by constant doing.
Everyday discoveries were rapidly changing my life. |
Gold, green or silver colour chosen for the background,
mixed with red or blue to have a different colour temperature.
I was trying many colour variations, enjoying the pointillist texture produced by roller.
I did not care much about composition. Cutting papers, putting shapes together, quite a fun.
The unconscious ruling okay. |
Following year fascinating work, making thousands of Monotypes - my own technique emerged, many copies of one theme were possible.
I wanted to travel to India, crashed my VW-bus in Bulgaria, repaired in Yugoslavia, drove to Vienna to see Peter Breughel. Rainy autumn was coming, adventures over,
went to Warsaw, rented atelier and worked passionately, exhibiting and publishing my works, once a week or so taking LSD to make corrections on my projects and have a clear view of what is what,
meditating and doing yoga for a practical reason - to keep my body warm in freezing winter.
Early 1974 left for Amsterdam. On the next page! |