“The Emperor’s New Clothes”

dsc_5572_Odense, Denmark (Photo: Barbara Malinowska, 02.07.2016)

Many years ago there was an Emperor so exceedingly fond of new clothes that he spent all his money on being well dressed. He cared nothing about reviewing his soldiers, going to the theatre, or going for a ride in his carriage, except to show off his new clothes. He had a coat for every hour of the day, and instead of saying, as one might, about any other ruler, “The King’s in council,” here they always said. “The Emperor’s in his dressing room.”

In the great city where he lived, life was always gay. Every day many strangers came to town, and among them one day came two swindlers. They let it be known they were weavers, and they said they could weave the most magnificent fabrics imaginable. Not only were their colors and patterns uncommonly fine, but clothes made of this cloth had a wonderful way of becoming invisible to anyone who was unfit for his office, or who was unusually stupid.

“Those would be just the clothes for me,” thought the Emperor. “If I wore them I would be able to discover which men in my empire are unfit for their posts. And I could tell the wise men from the fools. Yes, I certainly must get some of the stuff woven for me right away.” He paid the two swindlers a large sum of money to start work at once.


The Emperor presently sent another trustworthy official to see how the work progressed and how soon it would be ready. The same thing happened to him that had happened to the minister. He looked and he looked, but as there was nothing to see in the looms he couldn’t see anything.

“Isn’t it a beautiful piece of goods?” the swindlers asked him, as they displayed and described their imaginary pattern.

“I know I’m not stupid,” the man thought, “so it must be that I’m unworthy of my good office. That’s strange. I mustn’t let anyone find it out, though.” So he praised the material he did not see. He declared he was delighted with the beautiful colors and the exquisite pattern. To the Emperor he said, “It held me spellbound.”.

All the town was talking of this splendid cloth, and the Emperor wanted to see it for himself while it was still in the looms. Attended by a band of chosen men, among whom were his two old trusted officials-the ones who had been to the weavers-he set out to see the two swindlers. He found them weaving with might and main, but without a thread in their looms.

“Magnificent,” said the two officials already duped. “Just look, Your Majesty, what colors! What a design!” They pointed to the empty looms, each supposing that the others could see the stuff.

“What’s this?” thought the Emperor. “I can’t see anything. This is terrible!

Am I a fool? Am I unfit to be the Emperor? What a thing to happen to me of all people! – Oh! It’s very pretty,” he said. “It has my highest approval.” And he nodded approbation at the empty loom. Nothing could make him say that he couldn’t see anything.

His whole retinue stared and stared. One saw no more than another, but they all joined the Emperor in exclaiming, “Oh! It’s very pretty,” and they advised him to wear clothes made of this wonderful cloth especially for the great procession he was soon to lead.


So off went the Emperor in procession under his splendid canopy. Everyone in the streets and the windows said, “Oh, how fine are the Emperor’s new clothes! Don’t they fit him to perfection? And see his long train!” Nobody would confess that he couldn’t see anything, for that would prove him either unfit for his position, or a fool. No costume the Emperor had worn before was ever such a complete success.

“But he hasn’t got anything on,” a little child said.

“Did you ever hear such innocent prattle?” said its father. And one person whispered to another what the child had said, “He hasn’t anything on. A child says he hasn’t anything on.”

“But he hasn’t got anything on!” the whole town cried out at last.


Based on on fairy tales H.CH. Andersen “The Emperor’s New Clothes”.

(source: http://www.andersen.sdu.dk/vaerk/hersholt/TheEmperorsNewClothes_e.html)


Polish nation – where is the child that will lift the  blinders  from your eyes and see the naked truth?


Tossa de Mar  072.jpgRoundabout in Tossa de Mar (Photo:Gosia Glowacka, 06.05.2012)

Octopus giant leads predatory lifestyle. It eats clams, crabs, fish and squid. It has a lot of defensive precautions, such as produced by itself sepia, camouflage, poison or high speed.

Individuals of this species live up to 5 years. They lead solitary life on an area of about 5 square kilometers


President of one party, is like an octopus and surrounded himself by lots of caricatures of all kinds of molluscs / Misiaks. Allowing fatten them under his “gracious” eye, he smacks pleased while thinking about who will be swallowed the next day for breakfast. Taking under consideration the fact, that these Misiaks have supernatural gluttony, the president of this party can have after this breakfast a huge indigestion leading to political death. And there is the only hope that this will happen faster than – as in the case of octopus giant – after 5 years.

“Eros bendato”

krakow_mitaraj-na-rynku_12_2010Sculptor: Igor Mitoraj, Cracow, Poland (Photo: Monika Saczyńska, December 2010)

The bronze sculpture of a tied up head of a young man stands on the main marketplace of Cracow, near to the town hall tower. The sculpture, a gift from Igor Mitoraj (1944-2014), has been brought to Cracow in October 2005. The initial localisation has been very controversial. Its placement on the main marketplace was criticised by historians and art critics, who argued that being a new object it disturbs the centuries long harmony of the historical space. The inhabitants of Cracow, voting in a referendum organised by the city administration, chose a new place for the sculpture, in front of the Cracow Gallery, in the vicinity of the old railroad station.

2013 there was an open space exhibition of works by Igor Mitoraj – on the main market place of Cracow. The exhibition consisted of 14 bronze sculptures showing human figures, in the characteristic style of the artist. Igor Mitoraj, fascinated by ancient Greek and renaissance sculptures, worked with human body representations. Fragmentary silhouettes,  fragments of bodies and heads remind of archaeological finds. In this way, while reminding  us of  antique traditions, they develop further the tale of passing, going away, fragility and at the same time persistence, survival and conservation.


Yesterday died great artist: Andrzej Wajda, the icon of Polish cinema. Honor his memory!

“Commemorative installation of work of Zbigniew Lengren”

torun_filus_2012_10_20Made by: Zbigniew Mikielewicz, Torun, Poland (Photo: Monika Saczyńska, 20.10.2012)

The sculpture is located on the Old Town Square at the entrance of Chełmińska Street. Unveiled in 2005, the installation exhibits a dog holding  a bowler hat in its mouth while sitting adjacent to an umbrella perched against a lantern. It was dedicated to the memory of the cartoonist  Zbigniew Lengren, who spent  his childhood and youth in Torun. He graduated from University of Nicolaus Copernicus with a degree in Fine Arts. The installation reveals the dog Filuś, an inseparable companion of Professor Filutek. Both characters are the protagonists of an excellent series of satirical stories drawn by Lengren and published in the weekly magazine “Przekrój” from 1946.


A cat, inseparable companion of one president and his host slowly become protagonists of satire. but in this case it is political satire. That’s why they can never await to be protagonists of commemorative installation.