Bartosz Korcz, "Private cosmos"

By the right given to me to create myself and my world, I decided to leave the enforced boundaries of reality and create my own cosmos. The cosmos is full of waste. It is fragments of astral bodies and man-made cosmic rubbish. My private cosmos very much resembles the real one. My private cosmos is made up of waste. My private cosmos is soot on glass, it is rotting and mouldy grapes. It is the dusty mirror of the moon and the yellowish glow of a sun-projector with a humming fan. My cosmos is sometimes drowned in darkness and sometimes bursts into a fever of colours. The telescope is not yet fine-tuned, but it is already collecting images from private outer space. There is a great commotion in the observatory. There is life, there is life on other planets!