Janusz Wrobel - An Aqueous Mind – Exhibition at Burlington Art Gallery 2016/2017

It is not about who I am but instead who I am becoming. My past didn't really offer a choice. Being a passive witness or active participant made no difference when you were born in a place and time where events and your future were absolutely outside of your own control. You adapt to it by seeing everything around as the unfolding processes and not as a chain of single events in one's life. Conclusions could be satisfying; using them is what really matters.

​In my young, formative years, I started using the photographic camera to manage, or slow down, my otherwise distracted and racing mind. Taking a photograph made me think harder* about what I was seeing. Consequently, seeing has become an act of finding out the meaning behind what I was looking at. Communicating what I saw has been a continuously evolving challenge**.

We live in a world where each of us accumulates different reference points for interpreting*** it. The use of the ultimate collection of meanings, the human culture, might be just too overwhelming for our daily lives. Thus interacting with the world around us, we often resort more to emotions than reasons. Perhaps then, it makes more sense to see everything around as a part of continuous processes by now. After all, their interactions are forming the conditions of your life as well as mine.  

​I began to see that the future of my world will depend on the interaction between the spheres of natural and social ecologies. Ignorance on any side is not really an option.

Janusz Wrobel in his Hillcrest Studio

*  The high cost of materials and long darkroom hours forced me to synthesize my views about surrounding realities well before releasing the shutter.

**  While English, my fourth spoken language, remains a work in progress, the visual language of communication has remained my preferred choice.

***  For the first time, the opening of my eyes, chaos, lights, shapes and shadows move senselessly. It took weeks for my brain's neural network to record the meaning of the first particular pattern, the face of my mother. Then a torrent of patterns came to my eyes and became gradually associated with the purposes. A few years later, the world around me grew up to a more or less meaningful shape. It happened to all of us. For the rest of our lives, we choose to what extent we could verify, or substitute, the meaning behind what we see.