My occupation is very rare. That's why I'm not leaving it. I am engaged in traditional art: painting on glass. As long as I have the strength, I try to do as much as possible
I was born in a village and saw pictures on glass for the first time there, in 1954. My grandmother used to take me to get-togethers at my villagers' houses, where I would look at these magical images on the walls. They bewitched me; I couldn't take my eyes off.
No one knows how this art came to our village. They brought it from somewhere, and people were willing to buy: who would take a picture of cats to the nursery, and who would decorate the house with paintings with pigeons.
They also did this in an interesting way: they wrote on the back of the glass so that it could be wiped clean, and put shiny foil inside to make the picture shine. As a child, I looked at it and thought: “Wow, how skillfully they came up with it.” These drawings were called “videos”, and my grandmother used Polish to say “obrazok”.
Everyone in my family is gifted: my parents were good at drawing, I graduated from art school, and my daughter and two grandchildren are also great at drawing. They say that “nature rests on talented children” — nothing like that!
Art is very contagious. When you have the opportunity to see something beautiful and then want to do it yourself. In general, I love our folk art very much: weave straw and fix it [carved patterns on paper — editor's note].
“Art is very contagious”