The footprint of being
2010 Gallery Past-office Poznan, Poland
Ceramics height 60cm, Balance rod length 4m, Wire rope
Rafał Górczyński is not humble but at the same time highly refined which can be seen in his work.
While creating The footprint of being Rafal was saying that it is his very personal work, it is a confrontation with reality and that it connects with existing space by “perso§nal” means that give it new characteristics.
In the context of the 12 Tatami exhibition The footprint of being continues the concept of minimalism, reflections on life and the place of an individual.
The footprint of being marks the poles extremes of human life. The line join in ever new places where we find a human being – the sign of life.
Calmness, and moment of hope slips from his fingers. These palms make life into a struggle.
One mistake, unconfident move and he can be eliminated. Who was he, who is he now and has he ever been, how much was such journey worth?
Not many are capable of this transport of their being since for this a bit of madness, courage and vitality are needed….
Experiencing his fragility, a man begins to understand the value of everything, our fate, existence, our essence, how important is everything that surrounds us and all that affects us, allows us to imprint a part of ourselves, to leave signs, footprints. We leave a footprint of our being by our mind, touch, word and we do not disappear, and the footprints of being indicate what has been lost, achieved.
What is left is the pressure of time. Life flies away and every moment is as subtle as a newly opened leaf. One thing is ending and a new thing begins. It is a destructive and at the same time life-giving force.
We are balancing along a lifeline. We feel uncertain on this line but what do we feel without it? Always half way between a dream and reality we face adversity, our weaknesses, everything is changing but we always co me back to our upright position so we do not lose that which makes us a human….
Not to forget the past, to allow it to flee, to blur, to disappear. If we ourselves are unable to perceive who we are becoming, we will perish, but we can avoid this fall through the effort of bringing back past values, from our precious past life.
Places hidden to us, a way that sometimes drives into our palms like a thorn yet does not hurt but gives us the pleasure of feeling being alive, of existing. Combined with it is the feeling of being different and al most obsessive need to discover who we are, where are we going.
So easy to be, so easy to disappear, what is the meaning of human life? What is left when we are gone? A footprint, a memory. Is that all? What do we expect….?