a good photograph is one that makes you feel
I think of my photographs as pages of an unfinished book that is yet to find its title: they appear, stack up, populate my personal space quickly and reveal themselves in dreams. They are like living organisms – they communicate and connect with other photographs and take on their own path. It’s almost like I’m not there to facilitate it all. My photographs belong to both abstract inventions of my imagination but are also documentary. They either happen organically or are improvised and used to convey or question our choices, beliefs and convictions through language, knowledge and behaviour.
My art photographs are both illustrative and symbolic, inviting the viewer to move into a space of discovery. I rely on the feelings and our need to see beauty and ugliness, power and seduction, horror and sadness.
Australian artist. Born and bred in a small village of Biezen near Czestochowa, Poland. After finishing photography studies in London, she relocated to Australia. Inspired by her childhood, spent on a dairy farm in communist-era Poland, Aldona’s imaginative works show the human psyche bursting from the natural world.
Aldona uses photography to document daily life. Blending technique and imagination, her knack for capturing the character and ambience of a place is what makes her artworks so unique and distinctive.
Her artworks have been featured on The Design Files, The Block 2019, B H & G and Australian Country Magazine. She is a finalist of Maggie Diaz Photography Prize for Women, Bowness Photography Prize, Winner and Finalist of Eureka Art Awards, Head On Photo Festival amongst others. She lives and works between Ballarat, Gippsland and Melbourne.
I grew up in a small village in Poland during the fall of communism and the start of democracy. Our family nearly lost everything during WWII. When I was a kid, nobody had much money to go out. Our social life happened at a house or while working, or on a street outside your home. No internet or phones, just close-knit community. I had a second-hand piano accordion. Together with my childhood friend, I would play to anyone who was passing by.
As a child I made a promise to myself to learn foreign languages, and to one day leave my village to explore the world. It was a ridiculous dream, but it was my dream. The world I grew up in was the world where men played cards, women cooked food and children listened to stories about the war, memories veiled in a thick smoke of cigarettes. I wish I had a camera back then, when I hid behind the bed, with my eyes wide open from fear and excitement, listening to stories being told, stories of war relived once more.
Photo credit: Jo Elvis