I was born in a tenement house on the Gold Street on the Old Town of beautiful, magic and charming city of Lublin. Is the climate of the place made me to be a painter, and maybe this is the gift of my ancestors? It always remains a mystery. I do not forget my childhood: the walls marked by age, the piano in the living room on which the Grandfather played and compsed wonderful sounds and my painting Mum in the mini-studio behind the curtain. Falling asleep and waking up before my eyes I had a picture painted by Mr. Ciruta, who has given it to my...more
