” Nobody likes Sweet Spike… As a matter of fact, nobody liked him ever since he was born. He used to be quite a nice fellow, you know? Unfortunately his strange looks, weird diet and not so much fresh breath made him really unpopular. He’s genuinely desperate nowadays, he just flies around and tries to hug anyone… that can’t be good, can it? He used to be charming, really smart and with a good talk. Sadly enough, time changes everyone… and for poor Sweet Spike the change was not for the better… I mean, I don’t blame him, you know? How would you personally feel if everyone, without any exception, would hate you from the moment they meet you? Not nice, huh? And it wasn’t nice for Spike as well… All he ever wanted was to be just like others; nice, colourful, likeable, cute and things like that. Didn’t work out at all… He got beaten many times, with many different things; newspapers, towels, flip-flops, got electrocuted, sprayed with chemicals and so much more… It’s just painful, you know? Not just for the body, but for the soul as well… Poor Spike, I heard he got addicted to pooh again too. It is not his fault really? The freaking nature designed him like that, what can he do about it? Nothing, exactly… so why all the hate!? Sweet Spike~!! Not everyone hates you~!! Can you hear me~!? Don’t you do anything stupid~!! Some of us understand how you feel and you are not alone~!! Unluckily… Sweet Spike is not with us any more… Those were my last words to him, and this is the last photograph of him. Sweet Spike was found dead at a hotel room in Des Moines, Iowa, on May 25. Test results have shown he died of an accidental diarrhoea overdose. He is survived by… no one. You won’t be missed, but you were still… pretty fly for a stinky guy. “
” Not so far from the city… there is a mansion. The mansion nobody wants to talk about… It’s supposed to be abandoned, but there are many people who claim they have seen bright lights at night multiple times. There are also reports of missing people who have allegedly ventured on its premises. It is uncomfortable and unsettling… it just sits there. Nobody likes it, nobody wants it there, everyone demands some answers about it, but there is simply no one to give them. It feels like an itch you cannot scratch. There are some crazy rumours going on about it as well. There are sources claiming that the building belongs to the Umbrella Corporation; an omnipresent major pharmaceutical company reputed for its evil and ruthless nature, sacrificing anyone and anything in their quest to achieve perfection. To the public, Umbrella is simply the leading provider in technology, medical and healthcare products… But everyone knows that the Umbrella Corporation also supplies viral weaponry across the world and holds considerable clout within the political and business ring. Now the thing I am going to tell you may sound like the talk of a crazy person, but there are some proofs backing up the story of one of the people who have allegedly partially explored the building. That person said that the mansion is just a front for the secret transport link to the Hive; an underground bioweapons research facility located under the city. I know… believe me, I know exactly how it sounds like but… What if I told you that everyone directly connected with the rumour has either emigrated to another country or just disappeared, and there is no one who knows what has really happened with them. Some poor family is still hopelessly fighting Umbrella Corp. in courts, which is allegedly responsible for the disappearance of their son. You may think what you want, but I know there is something not right about this building. It may look just normal to you, but there is too much things going on about it. Hopefully, I will not get into some kind of trouble because of this photograph… If I disappear or suddenly “emigrate” to god knows where… you will know who might be responsible for it. “
” Come out, Come out… wherever you are… You can’t hide forever. It is a matter of time when the real you will take control, step out of the shade, come to light, show true colours. You can’t be perfect, not for a longer while. The cracks will start showing up, you’ll break, fall apart. No matter how hard you try, you just can’t be the best version of yourself for too long. It doesn’t matter for who and why… you just can’t. The legend says, you can leave your old you, and become a totally different person in a matter of seconds. The art of personality switch is a long time forgotten skill. You can become whoever you want, do whatever you want, and have whatever you want. You can leave imperfect yourself behind, become someone you have always dreamt of being. Do things you have always been afraid of doing, and finally reach for the things that were out of your reach before. It is not permanent, you can’t stay in that state forever. It’s exhausting and tiring. Is it worth it? Are you determined hard enough? Are you ready to become someone who is not you, in order to get what you want from life? The legends says, if you reach the highest level of mastering the art of personality switch, you can do it whenever you want, and last in the new form… for as long as you need it. It also says, there is a risk of irreversibly damaging and altering your old self. Random unwanted personality switches may occur, without the crucial element of leaving the old mind behind, you may find yourself internally torn apart, wanting two different things most of the time. Eventually you will become demented, living two different lives in one body, eternally split between what you want, and what you can’t… Forever shattered, beyond the point of repair… “
” Wow… what a hole… It’s still beautiful, isn’t it? It is quite astonishing, how a place empty like this, can be still so charming. That light coming through broken windows, all small particles lying around and of course… a little bit of human touch, adding plenty of various colours to the mixture. It feels so special to be in such place at proper moment… when everything adds up, makes sense and lives in a perfect harmony. You stand there, being blessed seeing all this, admiring and having a hard time believing that you have made it, you are the one to experience all that in person, you have been chosen. This place also reminds me of my life. It is so interesting, complicated and simple at the same time… Charming, dangerous to itself and everyone else around it. It looks so calm, yet you can almost hear the concrete screaming with anger, disappointment and helplessness. Sadly… it is also hollow and empty… The place with so much space to fill. Unfortunately, it is almost impossible to find anything that will suit its natural beauty. You either change it or leave it empty. I do not want to be neither. I want to find a balance between those two. I want to find a perfect filling to compose with those rotting walls and its natural silent chaos. Is it even possible? Or is it just another dreamed-up fantasy world created in my mind, purely to believe in fairy dust? “
” Faceless Angels walking down the face of earth… like a wind, passing transparently between souls lost and broken. They judge, analyse, take and give. You may never know when you meet one of those wretched creations, once of a heavenly descent. Ruined, knocked off, shattered, disgraced… and finally cast away. Forever trapped between the worlds of eternal flame and clouds, unwanted… thrown away. Evermore imprisoned in wander without a destination. Enslaved in order to do things no other great being wish to do. Pulling down those who ascent way to fast, giving a boost to those of critical need. All this and many more demeaning deeds, constantly surrounded by ever rotting flesh, dirt and filth of mankind that multiplies like a disease. The face that haunts, the hands that scrape and the mossy breath… insides filled with nothing, programmed for indifference and apathy, perpetually impassive. It’s not here to help you, it’s not there to hinder… It’s not your friend nor the enemy… Balance, it’s the only thing of its interest. My Fair Stone Wingless Lady, have you finally come to raise me… or you’re here to crush me, and put me out of my misery… “
Original Street Artist: Anna Matuszewska in association with Galeria Sztuki 58, Radom.
” Why do we hurt each other? What is even more important… Why do we hurt people we love? We hate the idea of hurting people we care about, yet we still do it… Is it the unknown? Is it because you can feel it more than anything else? Are we checking them or ourselves? That delicate and barely perceptible feeling of satisfaction that we caused someone pain. You can easily hide it, it’s a weak feeling, but it is there and you know it. Somewhere deep deep inside of you, you enjoyed it, you liked it, it feels good doesn’t it? We like to hurt, and we like being hurt. It shakes our flat emotionless life from time to time a bit, reminds us to appreciate the good things in our stagnated and impassive existence. Or maybe… Maybe I am wrong…? What if I got this all wrong!? Maybe people are not like that at all, maybe it is… Maybe it is just me…? Could it be, just me? What if I am a monster leeching on someone else’s feelings and emotions? What if I am a parasite feeding on souls of innocent creatures, causing them pain, and look… how they suffer in results of my foul doing. What if I cannot or don’t know how to love, and hurting is the only thing that makes me feel…? “
Original Street Artist: Anna Matuszewska in association with Galeria Sztuki 58, Radom.
” Locked away by none other than himself, trapped in abyss, floating in vacuum of despair… Dreaming about life high, far above everything, living secretly underneath everyone else… Come… come closer please, look into a darkness, try to see my face… Tell me that what I see, is only a fear of what I might be. Locked in a cell of confusion, I’ve got enough. Trying to find a key, now the lock… Where the hell is it. No!! no… It’s gone… I can’t get out, I’ll never be free… Reaching with my hands out, trying to squeeze out, I can’t… I am being devoured, pulled down. I am sitting in a black corner looking at the light, thinking… The key in my hand… Heh… The lock and now the key… I’ve been waiting too long, it’s melting. I can hear the life right outside of my door… Smell it, see and even touch it sometimes… but I can never be a part of it. I have been here for so long… Do I even remember why I have decided to lock myself in this place… Of all those things I could have been, I have chosen not to be at all. My hands holding the rims of the hole, the face hidden far away from the light of life, it’s still afraid. I am looking at it for the last time, before I turn around, and walk deep into the darkness in search of myself. Where will the black tunnel lead me…? Will there be another door at the end of it, or just a dead end? I can hear voices calling my name, I am not turning around, I remember… Now I remember who and why locked me in here… Now I understand who destroyed the lock… Why did you leave the key…? “
” Somewhere deep in a city, there is an area, nobody visits… All surrounding buildings have been demolished, but this one… was left alone. People say, once you go inside this place, you never come back the same. Nobody believes those stories, right? Me neither, so I have decided to check this mysterious leftovers of a building. The whole thing felt wrong from the very beginning. There were plenty of different warehouses, shops and garages around, but none of them were moderately close to the ruin. The area has been sealed off with a high fence, but I have managed to get inside. All ground entries have been either boarded or walled up, and the ones that haven’t, were leading straight to the basement… Pardon my lack of bravery, but it is not a story of a heroic knight, and certainly… this path did not suit me well. I had to find another way in. After closer examination, I have found a way to get inside. A partially boarded door, was kind enough to let me squeeze in. The moment I got into it, a foul stench hit my nostrils like a hammer. It wasn’t an animal, it was something quite different… I was swiftly making my way between halls and rooms, trying not to make any noise at the same time. It was rather hard to achieve, considering all the rubble and glass lying around. The sun was getting inside, lighting most of the interior, for which I was unbelievably grateful. Unfortunately, my bright yellow friend could not reach some parts of the building, leaving it dark and black like a coal. I was trying to avoid those devilish parts as best as I could, I was only a visitor, I did not want to wake up something unholy here… When I reached a staircase, I took a brief glance downstairs and I wish I hadn’t… The pitch black madness was only a few steps away from my shoes, a cold touch went through my whole body, almost pushing me off balance. I made my way up, quicker than a cat chased by a dog. Once again, I was moving swiftly between different rooms and corridors, exploring everything thoroughly… everything that was in light that is. The paint which was coming off the walls and ceilings, was creating weird shapes and patterns, hanging like venomous creatures, trying to reach you. Soon, I have found an interesting room, full of documents and books of some sort, the musty sweet smell was making me feel sick, but I wanted to know what they are. The moment I opened one of them with my foot, I heard something behind me, something I cannot describe with words. It sounded like a cry of a baby dying or some animal being ripped in half. Needlessly to say, I turned around immediately, not sure what I will see… but I saw nothing. Suddenly, I have lost all the interest in further exploring. I didn’t want to stay in this building any longer, I had captured some photographs and decided it will have to be enough. I was trying to make my way back to the staircase as fast as I could, but the corridors… they looked different… I did not know which turn to take in any of them. After few seconds, or maybe minutes, I wasn’t walking anymore, I was running, trying to find the way out. That sound again, I didn’t know where it came from… I was standing, paralysed by fear, I wanted to move… but my legs were not responding. Again, the howl of something dying in agony, struck me like a thunder, I could move again. I ran and ran, it could be seconds, maybe minutes, but it felt like an eternity before I reached the stairway. I was dashing down, praying that my foot don’t step on some rubble in all this rush, but something far worse has happened… Once again, I was standing frozen, with cold sweat running down my body… The darkness from the basement, was just a few steps down from me… How? I have not even reached the ground floor… I have slowly started moving upstairs again, pushing my back against the wall, shaking… When I got back on the top floor, the sun was not reaching anywhere, anymore… Despite of broken windows and an early afternoon, everything was dimmed and dark, there was nowhere to go… not without going through the complete darkness. I cringed in a corner of the staircase, afraid to take another step. I heard it again… the agony, cry, howl and screaming in pain… but this time, it came from the very next room, the foul stench was present again… I closed my eyes, in hope that it’s only a bad dream, and once I open them, I will wake up in my bed. After a while, I opened them, I was still inside the building, but it all seemed to be back to normal. The sun was shining through the broken windows and I could hear ambient sounds coming from the outside. Without much thinking, I made my way out of the building, as fast as I possibly could. It took me days, before I could ease my mind… After a few weeks, I recalled about the photographs I had taken. I connected my camera, and a threatening chill went down my spine again… There was only one… The one, I did not take… “
” With time, everything fades away… Even this metal sign plate, will vanish and turn into a dust one day. There is no stop to it. With each year, letters will shift into unknown rusty patterns, more and more… devoured by the inevitable. The meaning will be lost, the purpose of the existence invalid. Time to go away, give back what was once given. Nothing will survive, it never supposed to. What has been created, will have to be uncreated. What had purpose, must become purposeless. The great big reset button, that keeps us under the control… “
” I am not sure what to think of this hidden Message In A Bottle… It is kind of unusual isn’t it? A green skull with two horns and a giant hat of some kind …maybe I am just seeing things… Maybe this water wasn’t as fresh as I thought it would be after all… What if this message was real and it supposed to mean something? One thing is sure though… If I suddenly stop sending new photographs, you can assume it was a genuine heads up. “