Greeks do smoke. They smoke a lot. And I do smoke. After my greek period - probably even more than I'd used to. In my right hand I was holding a brush dripping with oils and in my left - a cigarette. Rolling one after the other. Painting, smoking, drawing, smoking, sculpting, smoking.
During my residency in Athens School of Fine Arts I took part in traditional mosaic workshops. I'd had gathered 100+ tobacco packages and sent them back to Poland.
Marble is expensive. Smoking cigarettes - not the cheapest, but easy to get.
I've created my own kind of mosaics, a little tribute to my Athens.
And today, while creating these works, with a cigarette in my mouth, scissors and tweezers in my hands, I see my beloved greek friends blowing smoke, drinking Alfa beer and shouting "pou eisai re malaka".
