I saw a tree bearing stones in the place of apples and pears

  • Dates
    2022 - 2024
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  • Locations Poland, Italy, Netherlands, Belgium, Northern Ireland

Meteorites, boulders, rocks, stones My child-like obsession that began innocently, fuelled with a curiosity:ย  ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ

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๐˜๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜Š๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ด.

๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต.

๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต, ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ซ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ.

๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ซ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต.

๐˜›๐˜ฐ ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ด, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ซ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฑ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ - ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ.

Meteorites, boulders, rocks, stones

My child-like obsession that began innocently, fuelled with a curiosity: 

What stories does a rock whisper?

Ancient mythology is filled with cautionary tales where young, eloquent females were punished for their outspokenness and turned into rocks. 

A curse of Medusa meant that she transformed anyone she looked at into a rock: mute, passive, motionless and unable to express. Some rocks were believed to be gods, chained to the ground in case they decided to make a return to heavens; celebrated, feared. Some took on central roles in the communities, becoming places of worship, grief, sacrifice.

For over two years I have been collecting rock stories. Many of them belong to folk people, such as my ancestors: collectively woven myths that gave ground to caring rituals of relating to space, the land, to one another. Over time these stories fluctuate, gently passed from one generation to another. 

The longer I give in to my obsession, the more I begin to believe that a rock is not mute at all, but perhaps, the most excellent storyteller of them all.

๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ธ ๐˜ข ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด is an exploration of a rock as a carrier of stories, a migratory body, a silent, mysterious visitor, filled with projections, dreams and fears. It is an investigation of the myths, stories and rituals and an act of reclaiming them back.