I never consciously decided I wanted to be an artist I just was. I have always been creative. My school report said, “ Bronia is a shy girl she struggles with her reading and writing but she has passion for anything creative”. I never questioned being an artist when I was young. We had a questionnaire in primary school at around the age of seven. One of the questions was, “what do you want to be when you’re a grown up?” Obviously I answered that I wanted to be an artist. As a seven-year old, with no bills to pay and no concept of how artist makes a living, I suppose being an artist was a great idea.
Now having realised that grown-ups need money, and understanding that it’s hard to make a living from art when you lack business skills, strangely I still want to be an artist, and I don’t want to do anything else.
My thoughts change from day to day. Some days I think, “What the hell am I doing? Will anyone get this? What’s the point in this? Is it worth it?”
Other days I feel positive that what I’m doing is important? It’s not just aesthetic, although that is important in itself, but it’s more than just visual. I use art to explore the world around me and, although I don’t feel I need to shock people with my art, and I am not necessarily trying to prove a point or change the world, I am exploring it, and my work is a reflection of my thoughts and feelings.
For me creativity and imagination go hand in hand. My imagination has always been vivid, it has been throughout my life a blessing and a curse.
As a child it fed my nightly anxiety, creating faces in the shadows and monsters under the bed, but in the light it fed my daydreams driving me to create worlds in which I felt safe.
In this way art gave me control in a world I found confusing, and helped me through into adulthood, to explore emotions and understand new experiences.
My Dyslexia was picked up around age seven or eight, and I worked hard on my reading and writing skills, but my art was always my priority, and looking back, I see the two are very much related; my struggles with the written word drove me to express myself through art instead.
Although academically I always felt I struggled, it was never something negative to me, as I knew the way I thought about the world was important, and as long as I could find a way to express it, I had worth.
Art gives my life value it makes me feel noticed and has become part of who I am.
I work a lot with text now. Over the years I have reconnected with words, and realized the magic of reading and writing; they are just another way of expressing the imagination and knowledge.
Through my book sculptures I combine my old weaknesses with words with my artistic strength, and in doing so, I have found that, instead of fearing reading and writing, I have grown to love words. I see that they are beautiful; they are powerful, and can be used like colour in a painting to stir the imagination and communicate the magic inside everybody. I am in love with fairy tales I am in awe of stories such as Alice in wonderland the 12 dancing princesses, snow white and Cinderella magical worlds that feed the imagination.
We all have a need to communicate, and I enjoy combining as many tools as possible to do so.