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Tomek Baran. Tiruriru
2026-03-10
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Tomek Baran. Tiruriru
Opening: Friday, 13 March, 7.00 pm
Exhibition: 14–26 April
Curator: Ania Batko
Galeria Szara Kamienica
Exhibition: 14–26 April
Curator: Ania Batko
Galeria Szara Kamienica
After art for the people created by the people, after the demagogy of art that flatters the masses, perhaps it is time for art created by an individual for themselves alone: ungrateful art, often misunderstood, abrasive even, yet perfectly legible to the only audience truly worth the trouble — the artist. Others, should they wish, may join.
(Roland Topor, Manifesto of the Self-School)
more(Roland Topor, Manifesto of the Self-School)
They Simply Are. Wiktoria Kieniksmann 2026-02-16
They Simply Are
Wiktoria Kieniksmann
Opening: 06.02 (Friday), 7:30 PM
Exhibition: 07.02 – 08.03.2026
Galeria Szara Kamienica, Kraków
Curator: Weronika Ptak
Graphic design: Szymon Zakrzewski
Exhibition: 07.02 – 08.03.2026
Galeria Szara Kamienica, Kraków
Curator: Weronika Ptak
Graphic design: Szymon Zakrzewski
Photo documentation: Michał Maliński
“Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
moreYou do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
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