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FIFTH TRIPTYCH (M)

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  Shipwrecked and anonymous, improbable and contradictory, dissolving and disorienting imaginaries. A triple sequence is proposed, each composed of three conceptual segments on what appears a priori as something insoluble, indecipherable. A fabulation in which visual and auditory contexts are excessively confused, strangely suggestive in their hermeticism. Situated in a spectrum ranging from the photographic light-sound image to the synthetic hyperrealist sound-image, and passing through a certain degree of abstraction, this sequence poses a useful reflection on unsuspected and eccentric limits of human and artificial imagination, inspired by our present.

  
  

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  Piosenka z początków - Song of the Early Days
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  The machine blindly draws a path through the forest. Without reference points, loss becomes a possible risk—something we strive to avoid. A wandering traveler, synthetic, non-existent in a world devoid of solidity, drifts across nameless wastelands, formless. Color is merely following intuition; words are merely forgetting the journey’s purpose. Empty segments, nameless approaches, a matte silence coating the surface of an unknown world. A comma, a period, and a parenthesis in this act of becoming.

   

  1- Las zwany domem - Forest Called Home.

  

  2- Oczy ognia - Eyesf of Fire

  

  3- Tylne drzwi - Backdoors.

  

   

  Niemożliwe marzenia - Impossible Times
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  They say impossible times lie ahead. The weight of yesterday is undeniable, a quiet warning buzzing in the air, just beyond reach. No wonder most of us, faced with endless chaos, chose to turn away, to seek something beyond the tangled wreckage sprawled before us. We didn’t need clarity—we needed escape.

  So we abandoned familiar ruins in search of new, untainted paths. Paths untouched by corrosion, unmarked by the fractures that shattered us. There was no map, no promise of what lay ahead, but it was the inevitable starting point. Anything was better than the endless cycle we’d been force-fed. Before us lay the unknown—raw and uncharted, waiting only to be carved into something else, something unbroken.

  Truth, mystery, silence, and question—all hollow words, husks without cores.

   

  1- Pejzaże świata - World Landscapes.

  

  2- Polecenia - Comandos.

  

  3- Ekrany dymne - Smoke Screens

  

   

  Protokół kontekstu - Context Protocol
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  I dreamt I went to Enigma again. It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive, and for a while I could not enter... for the way was barred to me. Then, like all dreamers, I was possessed of a sudden with supernatural powers... and passed like a spirit through the barrier before me. The drive wound away in front of me, twisting and turning as it had always done. But as I advanced, I was aware that a change had come upon it. Nature had come into her own again, and little by little had encroached upon the drive... with long, tenacious fingers. On and on wound the poor thread that had once been our drive, and finally there was Enigma--secretive and silent. Time could not mar the perfect symmetry of those walls. Moonlight can play odd tricks upon the fancy, and suddenly it seemed to me that light came from the windows. And then a cloud came upon the moon... and hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face. The illusion went with it. I looked upon a desolate shell... with no whisper of the past about its staring frames. We can never go back to Enigma again. That much is certain. But sometimes in my dreams... I do go back to the strange days of my life... which began for me in the Number early days.

   

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