kindnest regards for you, at the beginning I greet and introduce
I have just a few words to write about myself. I was
born during the winter of century, I passed through a trauma of
kindergarden in my home town, I finished the 20 years of PRL primary
school in Bukowiec; it was neither possible nor pleasant to identify
with its patron.
Then, having gone to the city in order to be educated
in the National Secondary School of Arts in Bydgoszcz, I boarded
in the dormitory in the street Chwytowo. It was easier and more
pleasant to identify with that place. The school itself was, and
still is, an invaluable source of technical knowledge. There were
very well expanded studios of graphic art from litographical, through
sieve-print, the dry needle, etching to the linocut. I do not mention
about the "zecernie"- the print studios, even equipped
with the wooden fonts.
Afterwards, the period of studying, Gdańsk.
Stub of a big city, free in the past, with some kind
of burden, strain for its dwellers, of the proud and ashame of "Solidarność".
The school gave me just the feeling of nostalgia after the gold
period of growing up in the dormitory. The feeling of lack of direction-
but even from it I could form my own identity. As definied by one
of the professors- Henryk Cześniak- "it's good that you were
studying in an independent and individual way". And that's
why, till 2005, I was making my way from Bukowiec to Gdańsk and
the way back.
It's like everything in my last works. I have enough
decency to present the works which are not older than my licence
diploma, gained in 2003, so Dear Sirs, you can with full trust,
identify the author of this text with the author of the works.
I bow and break in inclining my head towards you.
Lewandowski from Bukowiec (Poland)
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