April 14, 2010
Polish president Lech Kaczynski dead in plane crash - the quickest way to the Wawel tombs.
The Krasnals. Whielki Krasnal "The only way to get to Wawel for our president". 2010. Oil on canvas. 41 x 60 cm
"There are thin lines which separate tragedy, melodrama, and the grotesque."
"We, the Polish Nation - all citizens of the Republic - we can most beautifuly in the world, in truly Latin-style fall from one extreme to the other. We love to transform "celebrating" to Malysz madness, and mourning into surrealism. Muttering, or sobbing, we swear that now we'll be together and nothing can share us. Then we provoke stupid ostentation, or simply forget about what happened yesterday. Only sociologists enjoy this who made dozens of doctorates, exploring the sensation of Polish national mourning. "
I don't want to achieve immortality through my work... I want to achieve it through not dying.
It is impossible to experience one's death objectively and still carry a tune.
More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly.
Death doesn't really worry me that much, I'm not frightened about it... I just don't want to be there when it happens.
The Krasnals. Whielki Krasnals "Lech Kaczyński". 2009. Oil on canvas