Jan Kawecki
Jan’s Enduring Collection
From my earliest childhood, without yielding to a stony path, I have drawn, painted, and at times written prose. My artistic journey has been marked by falls — some more painful than others. The greatest loss occurred in 2010, when nearly 500 A4 drawings were destroyed. I was 21 at the time and, for personal reasons, I regarded my “collection” as the only enduring element in my life. Unfortunately, during my absence, unknown hands discarded it all as if it were ordinary rubbish.
I feel an overwhelming need to create, and therefore being expelled from art school at the beginning of my second year did not bring a sense of failure. I still had my hands, my paints, my pens. That single year at art school remains the only fragment of formal artistic education I have received in my life.
I am entirely self-taught, driven in part by mental illness. I have been diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia and have been undergoing treatment since 2010. Its most severe manifestation was throwing myself under a car, which resulted in a serious leg fracture. At other times, I hear grain ripening and cracking. I see the thoughts of insects. I mention this only to say that my illness also has its beautiful sides. I could write about myself at great length, but I am not sure this is the right moment.
— Jan Kawecki