Zdzichu painted the most of us all. Soon, he enlarged the flat by the adjacent attic space, thus forming a huge studio, ever more crammed with canvases.
I do not know WHY even now I have such a vivid image: in Zdzichu’s room, we are listening to the song of Bertold Brecht’s Mother Courage performed by Helena Weigiel (Konrad sent us the record from Berlin). The poignant lyrics, the moving singing… It was a real HOLIDAY – despite the complexity of the times, the empty shops, the shortage of paints and brushes, the tangible sense of threat…
My contact with Zdzichu was the closest of all within the group. He was passionate and so direct…
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