In the late 90s a green object came to the surface - Ophelia's fiery midsummer night's dream - the first one in the Dreams cycle. I have been caught up in dreams ever since. Dreams are my second life, one that goes on outside myself. I cannot say what inspired them, what gives them their intensity, their repetitiveness, their colours and sounds. Dreams are also our abandoned bodies, left behind in beds and gardens in the summer heat or winter cold. They are dreams and reality at the same time. Moments on the threshold to eternity - sometimes. I can scarcely say why, but the more I penetrate into dreams with all their colours, the more frequently they emerge in my works as black-and-white. And why am I surrounded by dozens of dreaming girls, young women, older women, old women?
Dozens of dreams are dreamt simultaneously by very many people. Figures covered with white cloths or naked on hot summer nights, painted on or set into black panes of glass. Unfathomable - as unfathomable as the future before me.
(Izabella Gustowska)