It can be argued that the Warsaw - Berlin - Paris route is a journey of initiation. Krzysztof Pruszkowski is making his hundredth - and who knows, maybe his thousandths - journey between his hometown and Paris. And maybe there were even more of them!

The spirit of the traveler, the eternal migrant is imbued with this life in constant motion, in reality and in dreams. At each stage: the picture and the time. And at the end of the journey, a large portfolio with pictures.
What can we remember from each hour, from each stage of our lives?
Where is the house that holds so many memories? They are all similar, but how different, fleeting, unimportant ...

The thirty-two images that he shows us are beyond time, beyond space, beyond the reality we know, far from everything we know, and at the same time extremely close.
Krzysztof Pruszkowski became famous in the 1980s for his photographic work, which he called "Photosynthesis". His method of layering images makes us aware that they also accumulate in our subconscious. It was Pruszkowski's artistic work that revealed to us the phenomenon of automatic penetration of our consciousness by mysterious images from the past.

Photosynthesis, relegating the classic rules of "snapshot photography" to the level of an anecdote, allowed him to continue his conceptual and political searches and choices in his life. He himself as an object, and at the same time a victim of his obsessions, the artist consistent in his lifeand art, is constantly on the move between Poland and France.
If you analyze the dynamics of the movement of bodies, you can see that their trajectory is a direct consequence of their size, and their movements are the result of complex physical laws that are already quite well known to us. All the manifestations of energy - without exception - seem to come from a common source called the Big Bang. They are the outcome of a series of dispersions and modifications that result in us floating on the surface of a nano-planet that is embedded in a constantly evolving, measurable universe.
There is a chance that the infinitely large will merge with the infinitely small ─ through a universal, physical law - even if no satisfactory equation has so far made it possible for the two universes to connect.
On the other hand, we feel disturbing analogies in the experiences of our inner, "spiritual world" based on imagination. Art is frequently a result of these observations.
Krzysztof Pruszkowski understood that by performing not very precise movements in connection with his random migration in space, on seemingly incidental routes of his activities, access to what is universal and absolute may be within his reach as long as his mind directs the lens of his camera.
We are also invited to experience this discovery thanks to the thirty-two images. Everyone will find their own trajectory and direction of movement there - because they are all about movement. The movement of every person on earth, the movements of lands, oceans, skies, literature, painting, science, philosophy and all the rest ...
Each movement in space has its own consequences, each collision creates countless new stars. Time stops, a new image is created; it moves and comes to life. New generations of collisions arise, new energies that emanate brightness in an endless chain reaction of light. How not to marvel at this revelation shown to us? Exploding supernovae, hitherto unknown Milky Ways, starry nights, unidentified new UFOs, amazing faces, atomic diffraction, bubble chamber, atomic disruptions. From infinitely large to infinitely small.

Thanks to Photosynthesis, Krzysztof Pruszkowski freed himself from the “straitjacket” of factological photography, which consists of photographing the real world, and today he shares with us what this has become: "Photofission".

Abstraction is contrary to the nature of the photographic image. However, Pruszkowski led the known limits of photographic practice to an almost absolute abstraction.
Imagination is completely freed from reality.

We can start on a journey.

Thierry Samuel            

Paris, May 2018

transl.  Maria  Kozłowska