zofia

2015

 

 

 

     

The family story is about my great-aunt Zofia who lived in a wooden hut with hand-painted roses. She came from a large family and was a half sister of my grandfather - the eleventh child. In this history there was a displacement, a discord. Another relationship and a new child disrupt certain order. All the brothers are stepbrothers and a cousin who should be the same age is about to die. Some roles and relations are distorted. Just like the names of the functions in each family. Father eventually becomes a grandfather, a woman becomes a mother.
 
Language responds to this state of things. Words take a journey and the rose is red. Trails blurre, memories fade. In the absence of evidence a language repetition becomes the only possible (because the only real) content. The rose fades. It remains to repeat stubbornly Zofia is Zofia, roses are roses and the story is just a story. I do not get the answers to the question who Zofia was and whether the story with roses is true. The rose finally blooms blue.

 

 

curator: Marta Kudelska

photos: Tomasz Biały

 

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Zofia, installation of wooden beams 25 x 190 cm side view