PORTRAITS
People that I love, like, admire, respect, scorn or hate.
People I meet, I look at, I want to understand, to know.
My mother, my brother, my teachers, my ancestors, my Anna,
my close relations, my friends…
Celebrities, tramps, faces in the crowd.
Socialists and art critics.
Nobel prizewinners, wise people and foolish people.
Good-for-nothings and hard workers.
Leaders, judges, journalists and serial killers.
Saints, John Paul II and blasphemers.
Aristocrats, artists, scientists and invalids.
Parisians, New Yorkers, Italians.
The real people being reproduced on all kinds of images
and the fictitious beings already existing in the imaginary social one.
The characters created by my-self by various technical handling and
the oneiric beings formed in my subconscious.
Finally, the alive ones with deaths and the various human traces as
well as the spirits…
These are my models.
Their portraits, photographic or otherwise.
The portraits which I have thought about, dreamed about,
the portraits in statu nascendi…
The portraits that I have made and the ones I have yet to make.
The portrait, major part of my art.
My portraits, my portrait, my self-portrait…
Andrzej Haladuda
