Switezianka — Book I | POMINKIEWICZ

Color fades at the exact moment you stop belonging to the world.

I emerge from the water in which I have been rotting for years – wrapped in ivy like scars of entropy. I am not a beautiful nymph. I am what remains of her: a body suspended between awe and oblivion.

Beauty does not save.

Beauty draws you in.

The myth does not ask for permission – it consumes and alters. You remain in it forever, wet, broken, still hungry.

Book I: Drowned Mythologies • Story: Switezianka • Year: 2024

Archival pigment print. Limited edition.

#01 The Surface

Switezianka

2024

#02 Emergence

Switezianka

2024

#03 Ivy Embrace

Switezianka

2024

#04 Immersion

Switezianka

2024

NEGATYW 003 May 2024

Unable to sleep, the imagination wanders through meadows of memory.

The whisper of yesterday's wind blows away subsequent layers of dust,
revealing a fragile interior, vulnerable as an exposed nerve.

What will you keep inside when the images of the past fade?

It is I, a crumb of memory, setting out on the paths of the story.

Maciej Pominkiewicz • 2024