As children, many of us loved playing at secrets: a few flowers and leaves picked in (he meadow and hits of silver aluminium foil were placed in a little hole dug in the earth or sand and covered with a piece of glass. The result was a picture.
These small objects, separated from the outer world with a piece of glass (often colour glass) and surrounded by earth became a sort of equivalent of painting, assemblage or installation. They were also a symbolic, abstract reflection of desires and quests.
Such an installation was then hidden under a handful of earth and only its creator knew where to find it. It stands for mystery, the creation of one’s own, private inner life, the intimate sphere of thoughts, but also material, though hidden form.
One day I found a piece of blue glass, which I introduced in various compositions: I hid it in a sandpit, in the lawn or in the sand on the beach.
A small piece of blue glass
My own blue secret
My own small piece of the sky
After many years I found this blue in myself and I try to present it in my works. For me it is now a section of the sky, a fragment cut out of a blue space and transferred into my reality. It is a sign of the infinity, eternity, but also of all things transitory and undefined existing on our limited Earth.
The attempts at transferring the sky onto the earth are a method of touching the sky. I want it to be close, tangible, I want to be able to touch it with my hand. It should appear in an unexpected place. In the middle of the day it should call for reflection on the infinite, spatiality, freedom, the essence of eternity, on its own beauty, which seems so ordinary that is no longer noticeable. Whereas its boundless majesty constantly manifests its existence.
Anna Brudzińska