I. The Tongue Flies Like The Spade, 2023, acrylic on canvas, 75 x 65cm
II. Born En Caul, 2023, acrylic on canvas, 75 x 65 cm,
III. The Eyes Of A Wolf, The Throat Of A Priest, 2023, acrylic on canvas, 75 x 65 cm
IV. Through The Stomach To The Heart, 2023, acrylic on canvas, 75 x 65 cm
II. Born En Caul, 2023, acrylic on canvas, 75 x 65 cm,
III. The Eyes Of A Wolf, The Throat Of A Priest, 2023, acrylic on canvas, 75 x 65 cm
IV. Through The Stomach To The Heart, 2023, acrylic on canvas, 75 x 65 cm
V. Considering Blue Almonds, 2023, acrylic on canvas, 75 x 65 cm
VI. Where Pepper Grows, 2023, acrylic and gloss varnish on canvas, 75 x 65 cm
VII. The Little Fish Likes To Swim, acrylic paint, gold pen and gloss varnish on canvas, 50,8 x 50,8 cm
VIII. March Hot Pot, 2023, acrylic and spray paint on canvas, 180 x 150 cm
VI. Where Pepper Grows, 2023, acrylic and gloss varnish on canvas, 75 x 65 cm
VII. The Little Fish Likes To Swim, acrylic paint, gold pen and gloss varnish on canvas, 50,8 x 50,8 cm
VIII. March Hot Pot, 2023, acrylic and spray paint on canvas, 180 x 150 cm
Polish Proverbs
Every legend is supposed to contain a grain of truth, every nugget of folk knowledge a seed of a wider wisdom. Collect these, one by one, into a plastic bag and after some primitive accumulation what you get is a full kasha with some mushrooms if you’re in the woods at the right time of the year. But be careful, even Solomon won’t pour out of an empty bag of Forest Jug (tm).
Every legend is supposed to contain a grain of truth, every nugget of folk knowledge a seed of a wider wisdom. Collect these, one by one, into a plastic bag and after some primitive accumulation what you get is a full kasha with some mushrooms if you’re in the woods at the right time of the year. But be careful, even Solomon won’t pour out of an empty bag of Forest Jug (tm).
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