A great emergence. After his studies in Warsaw and numerous travels Zielonka came back to his hometown. On the distant outskirts, in the house whose windows overlook a mobile network tower, he is trying to keep his distance from the world.
His only regret is that there is no river in Łódź. A city without a river is incomplete, so he gets away to Warsaw with its Vistula River and its parties. In his secluded home he leads the life of a reclusive artist. ‘Painting isn’t easy,’ he says. ‘Sometimes you need to get drunk with the painting, soldier on until the small hours.’