Above a not unbusy road two huts cling to the slope, not a stone’s throw apart. On the left Grzegorz serves God, complaining that his body is his worst enemy and about the proximity to the world. On the right the nasty old ragamuffin Marian threatens to chase the camera away. The neighbours reject each other, and yet each behaves like a mirror image of the other. Is there love? Life after death? Neither of them rejects the big questions. Naive village scenes painted by the elder of the two are full of police, rabble and the Pope.
POL 2011, 26’