Last Friday’s exhibition opening (Skraj/Am Rand) felt less like an interpreting gig and more like a return.
To one of my personas who loves to paint, draw and reflect and who once considered studying art history. The one who left some part of herself in Poland.
We often think of landscape as something we observe. Yet landscape is also something we carry within us: a repository of memory, loss, longing, and imagination. Every landscape is, in a way, a self-portrait of the person looking at it.
As I interpreted the artists’ words and conversations around the works, I found myself unexpectedly revisiting an earlier version of myself.
Perhaps this is why certain places, paintings, and encounters feel familiar before we can explain why.
They do not simply remind us of the past. They help us construct it.
