Questions about my own roots appeared already in my childhood and unable to find answers anywhere, I started fantasizing about them by creating my own stories and merging the facts.
I mixed everything, and in my bestiary appeared more and more newer heroes.
I decided to exorcist my imagination.
Work contains circumstantial evidence such as records or photos.
It’s an effort to pull out the guidance elements from the area of unawareness.
I started by working with a word. I found in the old house of my great-grandparents manuscripts of a man who rented a room in their house in the 1930s. I found myself not being able to decrypt certain words or tags.
I extracted unreadable words and deletions along the lines of flashcards for learning a foreign language. I made my own alphabet. With photographs was similar. I chose the oldest photographs from my home archive, that tell me nothing at all. People somehow connected with my family are completely unknown. Photos are overexposed, darker, yellowed.
I cut them in small pieces, viewed as under the magnifying glass are almost exclusively abstract.