Karol Bak / Grapics.

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You are what turns a:

madness divide by half

movement has innocent clay

crispy leaf fire.

On a woman, you rose and dagger.

What are yours, very well know.

And in the world there is no one who would have known,

When you love, and when Kara.

In the eternal duel between two principles

Games prudent with the naivete of art

In your mind that cold integral

Music is a mysterious feeling.

Can you connect a

Slavish obedience with frantic pride,

In one person at the same time be

Queen and uncomplaining slave.

I honor you, and sinful, and holy,

At the banquet courtesans and gloom of Puritanism.

In all ages that you remain

Mystery of life and death and the space

Karol Bak was born in 1961 in Kolo, Polsha.Uchilsya at the Academy of Fine Arts in Poznan and graduated in 1989 Since then, he has had over 17 solo exhibitions .Currently works and lives in Poznan

Karol Bak