In nomine matris, filia, et Spiritus Sancti (at Las Arkoński)
Quick sketch at the museum of the history of Polish Jews #POLIN #WARSAW
Spent the past two days interviewing this wonderful soul. He was born in 1926, and was 13 years old when WWII broke out. I’m learning so much while working on this project. Not everyone is willing to talk about their hardships and the atrocities they’ve experienced/witnessed. I am enormously grateful for those who are strong enough to share them with me… And I can’t wait to share them with you!
Bought myself some flowers and a Cactus to cheer me up and help me feel settled in my temporary room. Also found this amazing old gothic iron candelabra on the street to go with all my other bygone oddities. Feeling more at home now!
This is the home of a forester. He and his family was sent to Siberia during WWII. They lived in an underground home dug out of the earth for 8 years. Sometimes I wonder whether his love for the natural world was shaped during these 8 years of captivity as a young boy. What a strange, sad, and beautiful story he has! You’ll have a chance to learn more about him in my upcoming thesis show this spring!