Piotr Kotlicki

Probably a phenomenon of the surprise myself is one of reasons I do art at all. Some things are held apart from the thinking, and even though I think incessantly, although I am setting myself the entire slew of questions and still I don’t know …”where everything aims to”? Is reality cognizable? What it is? What is an effective method in reaching to for one border? Is transcendence touchable at all? Whether if not for the inevitability of death, whether we would like to get to know?