Synopse
Do painters die elsewhere is a deep, emotional human story. Its not a biographical story about a ‚great painter’, we do not use the so-called talking heads, we reject the primacy of chronology. Instead, we immerse ourselves in a multi-layered mosaic of archival material collected by the artist (5h of 8mm tapes, 3h of VH and 3h of tape diaries), which in times of doubt gave Bolko a glimpse of purpose.
Today, thanks to them, we know who Bolesław was, and it is with their help that we try to present his story, reaching for a radically first-person narrative, confronted with actual shots from the artist’s abandoned, nature-devoured wooden fortress. The house, which is a complete extension of Bolkos art craft, a certain attempt to live inside the artwork, and his paintings, are for us a magical magnifying glass, through which in even different way, we can look into Bolkos lonely mind.
Today, thanks to them, we know who Bolesław was, and it is with their help that we try to present his story, reaching for a radically first-person narrative, confronted with actual shots from the artist’s abandoned, nature-devoured wooden fortress. The house, which is a complete extension of Bolkos art craft, a certain attempt to live inside the artwork, and his paintings, are for us a magical magnifying glass, through which in even different way, we can look into Bolkos lonely mind.