Lyrics from the famous Rolling Stones song (“Waiting on a friend”) often echo in my mind. Indeed, I also try to make some sense in my life.
That is why I do photographs. Moreover, that is one of the reasons why I launched this website. I am still looking for a sense of our life. Did I lose it? At first glance, I can say: “Yes, I undoubtedly lost the sense of life.” The most painful punch which I received in my life is the death of my Brother, Marcin. I dedicated to him and our parents my thesis at school. Due to the premature end of my Brother’s life, while being a naive, 9-year-old kid, I realized that life is a complicated thing to understand. Many people, including scientists, philosophers, artists, spirituals, try, throughout the ages of history, to figure out why we live. And why we all have to die.
The eternal and divine mystery of our beginning and the death wonder the wisest people who ever appeared on this planet.
For me, artistic activity is one of the ways to master this divine mystery. Nevertheless, I am sure that neither I and any other human will ever understand the whole processes that rule our world. Thus, we never figure out the sense of our life. We are not able to find it.
Back to the question which I asked in the first part of this post. The answer is that I did not lose the sense of life after my Brother’s death. On the contrary, I received a new meaning for my life. I believe that the end of Marcinek’s life was not an accident. I think that I acquired a sign from “someone.” I am convinced that this traumatic event communicated to me that I should live with a purpose in my life.
For today, I search for this purpose in the art. My Brother’s death wasn’t meaningless. It undoubtedly possesses incomprehensible sense.
