{"id":1401,"date":"2019-10-25T11:29:22","date_gmt":"2019-10-25T09:29:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.kinoteatrbluboks.com\/?post_type=portfolio&#038;p=1401"},"modified":"2021-10-20T03:45:48","modified_gmt":"2021-10-20T01:45:48","slug":"symmetry","status":"publish","type":"portfolio","link":"https:\/\/www.kinoteatrbluboks.com\/index.php\/en\/portfolio\/symmetry\/","title":{"rendered":"Symmetry"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wpb-content-wrapper\"><p>[vc_row][vc_column width=&#8221;1\/2&#8243;][vc_column_text]<b>Mariola &amp; Hanna<\/b><\/p>\n<p><b>Mariola\u2019s Birthday Party:<\/b><\/p>\n<p>So I was visiting Mariola<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>\u2013 it was my first time there. That was a sentimental journey &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>I myself lived in this district many years ago now, with my son. I took Mariola three yellow roses and my painting of some wildflowers that had faded. No longer sure if it was from age.<\/p>\n<p>I painted it before I left for America. It had been hanging at my half-sister\u2019s. When she died, I got it back. It\u2019s not much to speak of. Flowers on a gray background. I wanted to paint over it. Eventually I just painted some red dots on it \u2013 buds, maybe. But when I went to see Mariola, I only gave her the roses.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>I saw at once that my picture did not fit in with her traditional apartment. I left the bag with the picture in the hall. There were no mirrors on the wall, nor a wardrobe. An ironing board was stuck in the middle.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Crossing over to the room took a bit of maneuvering. Everything was laid-back \u2013 all her things are unfinished. Everything happens all at once, and she sees no other way. A few people were there, cake was served. Mariola\u2019s son was minding his own business in his room with a friend. He knows my son; they were scouts together as children.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span>Sometimes they meet up while doing odd jobsHer apartment is laid out just like one I had years ago \u2013 and her son\u2019s room\u2026<\/p>\n<p>Except my apartment was in a state of being created \u2013 it was unfinished. I made some shapes with Plasticine. I put them on a shelf and they began to be household items. Only at Mariola\u2019s house did I realize how small that apartment had been.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span>Back then it had seemed big to me.I sprang out of there like a cork from a bottle, it was so pumped full of energy.<\/p>\n<p>Everyone spoke loudly. One lady was really glad to see me; she recognized me as an old neighbor. I didn\u2019t remember her. She said we had made a trip to the Benedictine monastery together \u2013 I couldn\u2019t recall it.<\/p>\n<p>Oh yes, and the picture in the foyer. I said goodbye to Mariola, and the picture with the wildflowers was hanging there. Mariola spoke of how her father once called on her birthday.<\/p>\n<p>(The same man who once looked at her and said: Even Shakespeare couldn\u2019t have dreamt up such a tragedy)<\/p>\n<p>So he called with birthday greetings; he wished her a bouquet of wildflowers.Now this picture reminded her of her father\u2019s phone call. I pulled my picture with the flowers from my shopping bag: I also have a bouquet of wildflowers for you. 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