{"id":4182,"date":"2026-08-30T20:53:34","date_gmt":"2026-08-30T20:53:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/olgaszynkarczuk.com\/?p=4182"},"modified":"2026-09-11T11:35:38","modified_gmt":"2026-09-11T11:35:38","slug":"resin-experiments-inspired-by-recent-exhibitions","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/olgaszynkarczuk.com\/pl\/resin-experiments-inspired-by-recent-exhibitions\/","title":{"rendered":"CONTINUATION OF WORK WITH WINGS: STITCHING, BENDING, RECORDED MY THOUGHTS WHILE SEWING, TITLE IDEA"},"content":{"rendered":"

He Clipped Your Wings <\/strong><\/p>\n

30th of August 2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>I am standing here working on this project beautiful weather sunshine Sunday my kids with grandparents. I finally have time to focus on my work and the some of the thoughts I\u2019m having are while I\u2019m working. I\u2019m just focusing on the guilt that I should be with the kids I should be in the park. The in-laws are elderly and don\u2019t move enough so the kids will just be sitting at home not getting the vitamin D in the sunshine so I\u2019m just feeling this tremendous guilt and trying so hard not to give into it and not to just drop everything and go and take my kids to the park I think this also has to do with this feeling of loneliness and the feeling of knowing that eventually they will not want to spend time with me but I think there\u2019s a lot of constraint as well so I\u2019m the whole idea of wings. I\u2019m trying to understand why am I working on this why did I decide to make this is a project and why I pick orthopaedic posture correction corset as a base to attach the wings to. I feel subconsciously I went back to the time when I was 12 and found out I had scoliosis and I was going to either have a surgery or have to exercise my whole life to make sure my back wasn\u2019t getting worse. My biggest fear was going through surgery, which went wrong, like my grandma’s sister, who ended up with a hunchback. She was never able to study medicine because of that, in post war Poland there was no understanding of diversity, no mercy for imperfections. The corset represents the fear I felt from hearing these stories and simultaneously the restrictions the society places on us, which, depending on our character we can either rebel against it or surrender. I think I\u2019m still wearing that corset even though my back has been fine for 30 years. I\u2019m wearing this mental corset made from the rules imposed on me since childhood: this is how good girls behave and this is how mothers behave and mothers who love their children unconditionally shouldn\u2019t be not wanting to be with them. And even though I feel I need to be making art in order not to go insane and to deal with all my worries and thoughts and vulnerabilities through making I think I\u2019m finding it very difficult to flap my wings and soar and just let my heart take over. I\u2019m making these wings which are kind of flapping weakly as I\u2019m making them and they\u2019re not really sturdy at all. They\u2019re very weak and it\u2019s like I want to soar but I can\u2019t because the tightness of the corset and the weakness of the wings…I don\u2019t know, I don\u2019t know. I think that\u2019s just what I want to say with this piece is that you might really really really want something and it is so difficult to stay strong and determined and not give up midway and not look for excuses that are constraining you, excuses based on what you\u2019ve been told throughout your life. Like the mother in the Bernstein movie “If I had legs, I would kick you” I feel if I had stronger wings I would soar, if I had more faith in myself, I would fly, if I believed in myself more I would know what to do to succeed as an Artist. I guess this piece is about weakness, vulnerability, trying to fly really hard but not being able to, feeling held back and constrained and generally trying very weakly to feel free. But I think there\u2019s something about control as well here, how I am not able to let it go and I\u2019m constantly thinking about the kids. Is it because I think as a mother only I should know what\u2019s best for them and I think at the moment the best thing for them would be to be outside in the sunshine running around, not inside with grandparents watching on Ipads and the thought that when I\u2019m not there this is what\u2019s happening is really disturbing and distracting and I feel that I need to go there and make sure I control the situation and I want to blame my husband for not being there, thinking that if he was there, the kids would go outside. I want to blame myself so there\u2019s again that feeling of being constrained and controlled but also wanting to control everything and I guess if you want to fly you have to give up control so hence another reason I\u2019m having trouble flying.<\/p>\n

Me: I want to fly but the corset, it’s so tight, so constraining, I can’t, I really can’t move.<\/p>\n

Demon Witch Feminist: Cut the corset away, you’ll be free<\/p>\n

Me: Cut it away? But I’ve spent so much of my life conforming, agreeing, saying yes when I meant NO, I don’t know any other way.<\/p>\n

I’m so scared I don’t want to cut it away, who knows what’s on the other side?<\/p>\n

The title actually came from a private conversation, it’s something my stepdad said about my husband about 10 years ago, when our son was about 1-2 years old. It really stuck with me. I don’t know why. I was quite upset at him for saying it but simultaneously I chose to believe it was true, as a result continuously blaming my husband for everything that went wrong with my life\/work\/ideas. Blaming him for the fact that “men have it better” and “women give up much more when they become mothers”. I am revisiting this now and thinking: I have a choice. I can keep on procrasting and blaming or I can get shit done. Which one is it going to be?<\/p>\n

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