Remi Jablecki

Artist Statement 

Picked by parents from the cabbage field,  

grown in the darks of the closet. 

Surrounded by gherkins,  

and misplaced potatoes, 

Potatoes hidden, potatoes relentless, 

potatoes heart.

Full of life,

here and now,  

I grow my potatoes,  

in the darks of the closet, 

they move, 

dance, 

celebrate, 

come out,  

I come out too,  

like the stick insect,  

camouflaged in my Polishness,  

walk out with potatoes,  

to observe the torment of the world, 

and coexist amongst

the hungry slugs.