I want all the fruits of my creativity to be for connoisseurs.
Does it mean I want my works of art to be cherished by a small percentage of multimillionaires? Not necessarily. I want my photos, texts, sets of pictures (with “Negation Of The End” or “Transience” at the forefront), “Diaries,” and all other works of art yet to become, to be as challenging to receive and appreciate as Figment Man (Amouage) perfume. If you do not know this perfume, my Dear Friend, you had better google it, but do not blindly buy it. I recommend purchasing a sample first. I’ve already written I have a scented obsession. Buying an example of Figment Man was a good choice. Why? Because I do not intend to buy a whole bottle.
Smelling damp on myself, undoubtedly, is, for me, too challenging.
Still, I want my art to be appreciated by the minority of connoisseurs willing to dive deep into my imaginary world. I want them to not be afraid of anything and not wish to see other beautiful, breathtaking images showing our world’s gorgeous and prominent side. The truth is that I want people to dive into Warsaw’s guts with me. I can find these guts in garbage, street lamps, stains on walls, etc. Still, I want to stress I am not a dumpster looking for something bins.
It is one of my artistic credos while walking and doing street photography. Speaking shortly: I do not touch anything while photographing Warsaw’s streets. I do not move objects, including litter. I hope titled connoisseurs will appreciate and find magic in the mundane, grey reality like I do. Everything I do, I do for them. I believe there are no boundaries in the material situation of these people and their age, sex, politics, religion, and year when they were and will be born. It is only a matter of visual taste that matters. My pictures may seem too specific and odd to accept and cherish. That’s why I hope a group of connoisseurs will adore them.
