I Wish I Was Not A Lonely Communist One More Time

(acrylic, painting rolls)

I have been working with a paint roller at various occasions for several years. After the paint dries on its surface, the mechanical tools turn into an autonomous objects for new installations, carrying “memory” of the original application. With time, the silver ones dominate, while the other colour tones become minority. For me, the rollers became a sort of diary of colour and their structure can be seen inter alia, the development of my own author’s conviction.