marzena ziejka
cocoons / tree bones
sticks, soil, acrylic polymer, polyvinyl acetate
vary, app. 59" x 22" x 18"
I wonder where the souls asleep awaiting the beginning or they rest in peace.
Could this process of translation (...) into a physical object reassure me of the reality of such existence?

Where are we? What are we? A life trapped into a form of a body? Do I share a tendency or rather let me call it an urge, to visualize? Investigating our presence, spiritual being, our being destined for a body requires material confirmation. Where are we from? Where are we going to? Do our senses condemn our perception for a must of a physical, a visual? Do we HAVE TO touch to believe?

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