Inspired by the naive charm of her native folk art, Bozena Grygoriew’s bizarrely curious creations could be thought of as a visual rebellion against the grey, communistic back-drop of her childhood spent in the town of Konstancin, Poland.
To quench her thirst for colour, Bozena draws joyous hallucinations that dance off the page with resplendent intricacy.

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A Deviant's Lament

Her cold shoulder just means she’s warming to me.
I’m in her head; tunneling like a worm through an apple.
A thought-parasite spidering along her poisoned veins.
Deep in her sub-conscious I sit.
Like a tumor.