What were your first encounters with art in your childhood and youth?
I grew up in the eighties in Nowy Sącz, southern Poland — a small town with one theatre and one library. My grandmother called me ‘pędziwiatr,’ a roadrunner, always gone with the wind. Art came to me first through the cinema. I watched Dziga Vertov’s Man with a Movie Camera as a teenager, mesmerized by how he captured motion and time on film. Later I discovered Rothko’s color fields in a book — those hovering rectangles felt like windows into time itself.
When I was young, a sudden illness nearly took my life. Many doctors gave up, but one didn’t. That experience made me obsessed with time’s passage. I’m here now, but I might not be tomorrow. That awareness awakened rather than limited me.
My father kept a Zenit camera hidden in his drawer. He forbade us to touch it. But I was the roadrunner, and curiosity won. I used it secretly during his long work hours, knowing nothing about photography — just fascinated by catching moments happening before my eyes. After a year, my photographs appeared on charity postcards. When my father discovered this, he was upset, then understanding. He gave me the camera.
When did photography emerge as a central means of your artistic expression?
For twenty years I searched. I tried drawing and painting first — I was not patient enough. I made video installations — they felt technically overbearing. I experimented with photograms, calotypes, pinhole cameras. Everything felt partial. I knew I wanted to express time’s passing, light’s power, and memory of place simultaneously, but couldn’t find how.
The basement darkroom was my true education — touch, chemistry, waiting in darkness for images to appear. When digital photography arrived in the late 1990s, that tactile relationship vanished. I felt unmoored. In 2007, I returned to camera obscura, building stationary versions in empty rooms. As fascinating as they were, I felt something was still missing.
The revelation came in 2012 in New York. Riding the subway through a tunnel, the train lights went off. External light flickered through windows — and suddenly I understood: motion is time made visible. I needed to set the camera obscura in motion.
I spent the next three years converting a van. I learned to work in complete darkness, how to drive the moving camera while making photographs. I solved light-leak problems. I tested papers and exposure times. Dozens of failures before the first successful image. After all these years I’d finally found my method — not just a technique, but my way of being in the world.
In contrast to standard photographic practice, in which the recording process is delegated to constantly improving camera technology, you take the opposite approach. You use the early, now primitive technology of the camera obscura and convert a car or a ship into mobile cameras in which the paper is exposed directly. You live in the camera during your projects. The sensual process of image creation seems to be at least as important to you as the image that will result.
They’re inseparable. The process is the artwork.
Inside, I work in complete darkness, cutting paper by touch, hanging it by memory. After hundreds of exposures, my hands know the space absolutely. I count eight seconds — not seven, not nine — because eight seconds is my personal portal to staying present.
The dominant light in these images, the light that paints the sky and the river, traveled eight minutes from the Sun to reach us. During the eight seconds of exposure, I collaborate with that cosmic light, recording its path directly onto photographic paper. No sensor, no algorithm intervenes. Just silver halide crystals responding to photons — pure chemistry and physics.
Your camera obscura confuses our viewing habits. It is not capable of producing sharp images, and you reinforce this apparent shortcoming by moving your mobile cameras during exposure. A balancing act between documentary and painting?
I call them ‘Motiongraphs’ — records of time collaborating with light in motion of life.
The blur isn’t aesthetic choice or technical failure. It’s the truth. We think we see the world sharply, frozen in clear moments, but that’s an illusion. Our perception is continuous flow. The Motiongraph reveals what we actually experience that gets lost in our snapshot way of seeing.
The colors are inverted because I expose directly onto chromogenic paper without creating a positive. What appears orange was blue. What appears magenta was green. I present these negatives as final works because they show how light truly writes itself in chemistry. To convert them to positives would be to ‘correct’ light’s own handwriting.
Documentary captures what was there. Painting interprets what was felt. Motiongraphs record how time flowed through a place while I was present to witness it. They’re not about something — they are something. A duration made tangible.
The comeback of traditional techniques is often a reaction to the digitalisation of our everyday lives. Do you have any objections to works like this being seen as satisfying sentimental, nostalgic needs?
I’m not retreating into the past. I’m using the oldest optical principle to confront the most urgent condition of the present: our collective addiction to instancy.
If anything feels nostalgic, let it be a productive nostalgia: a reminder that we have lost the ability to live in durée. In Matter and Memory, Bergson argues that our perception is inherently durational — we never perceive isolated instants, only the continuous flow of past into present, what he calls the ‘interpenetration’ of memory and sensation. My eight-second exposures function as small Bergsonian experiments. The photographic paper accumulates light the way memory accumulates experience — not as discrete snapshots but as layered duration. The blur isn’t technical failure; it’s visual evidence of that interpenetration.
Each Motiongraph is a modest invitation to step back into that flow — bodily, attentively — for the length of one conscious breath. I don’t mind if someone calls it nostalgic, as long as they leave the gallery a few good seconds slower than when they arrived.
The invitation to INN SITU means engaging with the Tyrol/Vorarlberg region. How did you come up with your theme?
Through research, conversations, and extended location scouting trips — it wasn’t only mystical emergence; experience guided me.
I’d been thinking that the earliest photographers — Niépce, Daguerre, Talbot — understood photography as collaboration with light requiring patience. Exposures lasted minutes, even hours. Somewhere we forgot that origin, became obsessed with instant capture. The Alpine landscape seemed perfect for returning to photography’s original temporal relationship with light.
Mountains rising dramatically from river valleys create this visceral sense of suspension between earth and sky. That spatial condition mirrors the temporal suspension I experience inside camera obscura. Above the river, under the sky — that’s where the work lives.
Your earlier New York works already featured river images. The bridge is a frequently chosen motif, yet usually invisible in your pictures.
The bridge is my threshold — literally and metaphorically. Bridges disappear during crossing. You’re not looking at the bridge structure — you’re looking at what it reveals, what it connects. It becomes a way of seeing rather than object seen.
In Austria, this metaphor deepens. Alpine bridges span not merely rivers but valleys — sometimes hundreds of meters of empty space. What began as a literal vantage position becomes conceptual framework: my practice is itself a bridge between presence and perception, between moment and memory, between seeing and making visible.
There are several movements in your river pictures: the technical movement of the camera, the natural movement of the flowing water, and the personal, biographical movement of you travelling through the landscape.
These movements are inseparable — like voices in polyphonic music.
There’s the Camera Obscura’s physical movement during the eight-second exposure. There’s water’s movement from Alpine sources to the Danube. And there’s my biographical movement: growing up in Poland, emigrating at twenty-one, studying photography at London’s University of Arts, that transformative period in New York developing the mobile camera obscura.
The paradox of the roadrunner who stopped running, yet who never stopped moving. But now movement is deliberate, attentive. Not escape — exploration.
How important is it for you to meet the people who recommend a motif to you, show you the way to a location, and share their relationship to a river or a bridge?
These encounters are essential — they ground the work in lived experience beyond my own. When someone shares their memories, they give me knowledge that no map can provide.
In Tyrol, while following the Lech River, I got lost and ended up at a farmhouse. The owner greeted me with Dzień dobry. After a Polish/Bavarian lunch made by his Polish cook, he took me on his quad through the valley, showing me bridges I could photograph. Their knowledge enriches my temporal practice.
What lines of development do you see for your work in the near future?
I will continue to practise the art of presence in an age of distraction.
My subject remains time itself — specifically, how to make visible the lived duration that Bergson described as durée. I’m exploring how light behaves in water where it moves slower than in air. I’m in conversation with atmospheric scientists about meteorological balloons carrying camera obscura into the stratosphere, where light is unfiltered by troposphere. Last year I began a lifelong project titled Full Moon Shadows — monthly photograms exposed to moonlight. Each full moon at midnight, I place photographic paper outdoors for eight seconds. Objects in the landscape register as silhouettes. The series maps my locations across lunar cycles: a year of presence documented through celestial rather than solar light.
“In an age of AI-generated images and infinite digital reproduction, handmade unique objects created through direct light collaboration gain significance precisely because they cannot be duplicated. Each Motiongraph is unique not through artificial scarcity but ontological fact — time never flows identically twice.”
The 200th anniversary context has sharpened my thinking: what will photography mean in its third century? In an age of AI-generated images and infinite digital reproduction, handmade unique objects created through direct light collaboration gain significance precisely because they cannot be duplicated. Each Motiongraph is unique not through artificial scarcity but ontological fact — time never flows identically twice.
My Camera Obscura keeps moving because life keeps flowing. I simply continue being — present.