We rode around Kalatówki, in the Tatras, like small wildcats, skiing on couloirs, on steep slopes, on frozen snow, on crocuses protruding from under it, because we were teeming with childhood, joy of life and fun together without borders.
At the age of fourteen, I went with my father on a winter trip to the mountains. The sky was blue, fluffy snow covered the branches of spruce trees, and we got lost in the fairy-tale landscape, going skiing in an unknown direction and therefore instead of lunch we returned for a late dinner.
It was the most beautiful walk I've ever gone on with my father.
I started my studies and during the winter break I went to the Karkonosze Mountains. I stopped in shelters, I went down the slopes that my foot never touched, and on the eve of my return to Wrocław I moved on, although someone warned me to wait, because difficult weather conditions were announced, and this trail was considered dangerous.
But I went on my way anyway to open the virgin snow with my skis soon, and although the fog was wrapping me tighter and tighter with its veil, there was no fear in me.
Suddenly, out of impenetrable whiteness, a man emerged whom I had never met in my life and informed me that we were on the edge of a precipice.
So, I turned left and, moving along the path of his skis, I reached an open space. Suddenly, the mountain clouds parted, and the sun shined on me again, reflecting rainbow rays from the snow crystals.
At the beginning I discovered the world by skiing, and later photographing what I met or searched for on my way. And now I see that by rushing through open spaces, glades, paths covered with snow, I learned to react instinctively to the dynamics of the situation and these lessons became the key to my photography.
And then it was an adult life on the edge of what was possible, when I entered relationships with other people, getting to know them and my scale of feelings, the intensity of passion for life, the depth of spirit, as well as discovering in myself a belief in the beauty of another person and the desire to create.