ABOUT EXHIBITION

These are the last days of the summer holidays. The August sun warms the back of your neck, melts the asphalt seals in the potholed roads.
The hot air ripples over the meadows. The water in the lakes is like soup. Time flows peacefully and lazily.
But... a dog is missing somewhere.
Notices are hung up everywhere. Surely someone is worried. Someone is looking, someone is waiting.
But is it really missing? Let's think about it. A collar, a key leash and a week's supply
of dog crisps from the deerstalker have also disappeared. Too strange for coincidence.
How about an abduction by evil aliens? Not likely, aliens wouldn't take care of the crisps.
Maybe a spontaneous small-town romance? There was nothing to suggest that.
Or maybe just a short trip to the seaside? Yes, that sounds most reasonable.
The Last Days of Holiday is a tale of a journey through villages, towns and lands. Adventures, trouble, escapes. But most importantly, the sun is still warming. The Baltic is waiting.
These are the last days of holidays.

Michał Prażmo