AUTHOR | WORK

           I met Stanisław in 1967 and we were together for over forty years.
          The period from the 1960s to 1990s was particularly beautiful. It was the time of his great activeness on the artistic and on the social field with this unforgettable atmosphere of ‘Klodzko Poetic Springs’, author meetings and exhibitions which Stanisław organized and participated in.
          In that period, Staszek used to spend a lot of time in Empik and in the Art Association Club which were the magic places focusing the artistic life of the city and gathering literary men, poets, artists, actors and musicians.
          Stanisław had something inside which attracted people to him. He was always surrounded by the group of friends and acquaintances who often visited our apartment on Białoskórnicza Street where the talks and discussions were going on until late at night.
          Staszek worked, in fact, continuously on his concept-shapes and recorded his ideas wherever he was: in the club, on the napkins, on the pieces of paper at home, on the bills and waste paper. He stored them with a due care and returned to them many times, corrected and improved them until he received a final version.
          Stanisław had a really strong and decisive personality which was visible not only in his works but mainly in a daily life. In spite of his disease whose influence on his condition was increasing year by year, the qualities of his personality which captivated me at the beginning of our relationship remained unchanged till the end of his life.
          He was full of life, energy and creative passion. He got involved really deeply in everything he did and his enthusiasm was truly contagious. He was always full of ideas and inventions and when he set himself a goal he strove to achieve it with tremendous consistence, determination and diligence. He cared about every detail, even the smallest one.
          He had a particularly charming air – he was always natural, sincere and open. He valued particularly highly his relationships with family and friends and he always found time for them. He was also very serene and made up funny poems and new names of daily objects simply off the cuff. He was never resentful about the defeats, unpleasant situations and harm done to him by the others. He could enjoy every good moment, even the slightest thing could made him happy. However, what gave him the greatest joy was the process of creation.
          It was really incredible to me that even in the older age every inspiration, every idea made him forget about his suffering. He devoted himself to his work with such enthusiasm and energy as if new power was born in him.

Anna Dróżdż