מַמְלֶכֶת אִיֵּי הַוַּדָּאוּת

Isles of Uncertainty

In the Isles of Uncertainty, everything is in abundance—growth and splendor converge with decay, death, and rot. Much like "the primal kingdom of bird and forest worshippers," the landscapes presented in this series stretch between majestic grandeur and inevitable collapse, between wild growth and charred remnants. The imagery—boggy fields saturated with mud, vehicles transformed into distorted sculptures of themselves, murky puddles exuding the essence of coagulated blood or rusted iron—constructs a world where the memory of war becomes malleable, a material shaped by the artist, imbued with both destruction and a nearly sacred beauty.

The series Isles of Uncertainty echoes Clausewitz’s statement about the chaotic nature of war while also engaging with the journey of the child protagonist in Jerzy Kosiński’s The Painted Bird. Like the child, wandering lost through the violent and alien landscapes of an unidentified Eastern European country during World War II, the viewer finds themselves adrift within the muted terrains of the series. Each additional glance reveals new details while leaving unanswered questions: is this an abandoned battlefield? A place that never existed? Or perhaps an image attempting to narrate a story of what was—or what still is?

The many wars that have shaped Eastern Europe leave their mark on the work, not as explicit historical references but as shadows and stains seeping into the imagery. The intentionally kitschy use of red interwoven with the monochromatic compositions, the vegetation overtaking fractured structures, and the contorted vehicles create a tableau that transcends any single war, instead embodying the very essence of war itself.

The series places us in the position of Kosiński’s wandering child, gazing upon a world that offers no explanations, no solace, no clarity—remaining perpetually strange and cruel. These landscapes do not merely address memory; they evoke disorientation—a sense that, out of this very uncertainty, a deeper, ineffable truth begins to coalesce.