The World of art... the World of my creative work, the history of learning myself, my soul, so mysterious… and so close sometimes… looking from canvases, scraps of paper, improvised drawings on a fragment of the wall... The World of solitude, the World of the child whose dreams become the power of lasting, the power of getting to know oneself through strange and unfathomable moments which are just stages of the way of our destiny. My art is myself, it is my silence in solitude, in the only true solitude letting me exist, hear inaudibly, see invisibly... I watch and I see a magician from an unknown land who forgot to remove a spell cast on that little boy walking in an infinite forest being penetrated by barely audible sounds… from the World of the Dead not so terrible, not so longed-for anymore. An eternal attempt to answer the question who I am is an never ending cycle of pictures with many titles which gently and sometimes boldly touch our conscience, our truth about ourselves. The closer to yourself the more difficult, the more mysteriously, all the unnamed things are gaining sense in order to actually lose it again… A picture become joy where time does not exist and the essence of life tells us that the faith makes miracles happen and I have no other choice… but to believe in them."Homour, light line, brave patches and spots create caricatures and posters. Funny or serious are the faces of portrayed persons (Hanka Bielicka, Agnieszka Fatyga, Danuta Rinn, Irena Jarocka, Zbigniew Wodecki, Krzysztof Krawczyk, Adam Hanuszkiewicz, Grzegorz Turnau, Ireneusz Krosny, Kabaret Ani Mru-Mru...). The creation of Krzysztof £ozowski is very diversified...