I wrote this text on the 13th of November, 2024. It was a day when I was doing street photography in Warsaw’s district, Ursynów.
To be more precise, I was taking pictures near, among other things, the Sluzewiec racecourse. On one of the walls, I noticed painted doors. I suppose that a kid painted these imaginary doors. It was not painted masterfully, but it caught my eye. Thus, I decided to photograph them. Suddenly, a stranger’s voice reached out to me, and it sounded like this:
They lead to nowhere.
I answered that it was a pity that these doors led to nowhere. The stranger went, and I’ve never met him again. Once I returned to my artistic routine, I started to think about what the stranger said. The conclusion was that his soul does not cherish a child living there. Of course, I know that imaginary painted doors lead to nowhere. Still, isn’t it a beautiful thing to imagine what could be behind these doors? Or, what could someone think of while painting them? For me, it is the essence of artistic activity. Even if I know the harsh (it was 2 degrees Celsius outside) and mundane reality surrounds me all the time, it does not mean I cannot imagine many things. I wrote many times on the www.adammazek.com blog that I love walking and rocking in the clouds. I love to imagine many things.
The human who said the title words was 100% adult, without too much childish imagination left in his mind. I somewhat felt sorry for him.
The truth is that I felt like I was a carefree child wandering through Warsaw’s streets and exploring everything I saw with a childish curiosity. Undoubtedly, street photography, reading, and writing have helped me cherish a child who lives inside me. Certainly, the broadly defined creation process is a road that leads to somewhere (but I need to figure out precisely where).
PS
The feature image of this text presents the painted doors mentioned above.
