I’m grateful that I had the opportunity to live in this beautiful city, where at first, I built my world (in which I was and felt good), and then I lost it. Along with what was very important to me, I worked through it quite quickly and opened myself to something new, which turned out to be even more beautiful and continues to this day. I got a new direction and wind in my wings. One of the accidentally created stencil works made it to a group exhibition at the Zacnie Gallery (PL). I walked hundreds of kilometers, ate kilograms of gluten, drank hectoliters of vermouth, not to mention smoking. I regret nothing.















