The fur was picked up from the pavement, near king burials Wawel Castle, but it doesn’t really matter. As a material itself, it is similar to textiles, and textiles have this thing about them that they like to rip and spoil. Just like many things in life. This object however had maybe several previous lives but we can be sure one of them truly lived.
I don’t know what to do with the things I find. Sometimes they seem to embrace me, sometimes they’ve already been found and belonged to someone else, giving me the feeling like I wear them without their knowledge or approval.
Left there just before the winter, it smells like old closet. Possibly for someone to pick it up. It’s a bit too small for me, yet I know for whom it’s the perfect size.
Spontaneously I send the picture, but we don’t contact anymore. I feel like weeping. Now it remains in my closet.

Limbo.

Limbo 2019, Tajna Galeria