I wrote about my memories of sleeping in the room of old house in Zakopane, in the Tatra mountains. It was a long time ago and I painted from memory. This is how it looks really – memories differ, reality is prettier. There is a gallery in this house of former famous physician, full of splendid art objects and astonishing old trinkets, relics of the past and medicinal implements. Even the light from the window comes from another world, bringing back the writing feather’s former reincarnation as a bird.