About

I am originally from Poland. For almost 30 years I have divided my life between the United States and my grandmother's house in Bysina.

I take photos and write poems to remember. Images and words seem more trustworthy than memory.

I photographed my Grandmother for the last 25 years of her life. She lived to 105. When I sat across from her, the camera was not an intrusion but a continuation, one more sitting inside a relationship already shaped by looking. Every summer, for years, we all lived in the same house, moving through the same rooms. Alongside her portraits, I photograph my children, sometimes both together. Moving between these bodies of work, I find myself inside the interval between a life not yet aware of its own duration and one that has far exceeded it.

I also photograph what else compels me to look, and write about what compels me to think.

I am awed by the quotidian, by how what seems the same is always different. I owe this to Wisława Szymborska, my beloved Polish poet, who thought deeply about the non-repetitive nature of human existence. Through small, lived moments that seem ordinary until they aren't, through the tension between repetition and the unrepeatable, I want to confront the viewer and reader with death not as a distant abstraction but as something delayed, uneven, and unresolved, while life continues after we do not, undisturbed and unaware.