Miro’s Study, Pre-Dawn While Sandi laughs with Miro in the kitchen and Bartek juggles van keys, I slip away to the painter’s cramped, brush-splattered study. Miro’s old desk, littered with half-filled sketchbooks and the stub of a turpentine bottle, becomes my operational field. My movements are concentrated for the task: shoulders tight, gaze sharpened, each…
Tag: Bielsko-Biała
The Chronicles of a Memory Cartographer: Bielsko-Biala
“Between Vodka, Weed, Heat and Warning” It’s only after we’ve ditched the snarled avenues of Katowice—streets shivered with suspicion, every window a blind witness—that I let myself breathe. My reflections haze behind the car window: haunted tenement facades collapsing into their own shadows, the twilight river clutching secrets, and that peculiar, slanted lake like a…
The C.O.M.C. Files 