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..the scent that lingers in air, the trail left in water, the impression made in space after something or someone has been and gone; the trace of someone’s perfume..

I share stories. Everything started in a midsummer afternoon when easter wind twisted into the west one and blew a butterfly. I wrote then: ‘ I would paint it on silk and wear in wind.’ So I paint moths, birds and beetles on pure silk.

Each exceptional work meets exceptional person, absorbs scents of her or his life.

Katarzyna Woynowska

Katarzyna studied in Warsaw Academy of Fine Arts the restoration of paintings and history of art. She translated professional English literature as well as albums of art.