Urszula Kluz-Knopek

I’m 6 years old today, but usually about 70. Schools: a computer engineer still learning photography: education- none, a little bit of experience, but the whole jar of hair and nails. I’m looking for tickles in my head and an efficient whole filler in my heart. I’m learning to explore the world at the other side of the mirror. I would like to be called Karamazov-Squid, and have a tail (to feel pins and needles while looking at the yellow color and shivering at the specific shade of blue ). I think that art, if it existed, could fuck everybody by means of every whole. But thanks to its “non-existence” as an abstraction, it can remain innocent. I try not to think about modern design: I’d rather look, touch and smell, taste its shapes and colors. That’s why, instead of lovely pictures on the walls, there are irregular lines, scattered strokes, uneven straps and spots. In the corner, instead of dust, there are dots and tails. In the closets, under the bed, in the drawers there are books, newspapers, posters, postcards: inspirations- everywhere..
I like coming back, but I like leaving even more. I like the taste of sound and color. I like sliding fabric scraps through my fingers, beads, the daylight beaming from my window, experience. Then I like designing: creating structures in my head, weighing colors, shapes, accomplishing concepts and watching as it develops into an actual form.. That’s about me. Adija.