Should I tell you that my room is walled up?[…] In what way might I leave it? Here is how: Goodwill knows no obstacle; nothing can stand before deep desire. I have only to imagine a door, a door old and good, like in the kitchen of my childhood, with an iron latch and bolt. There is no room so walled up that it will not open with such a trusty door, if you have but the strength to insinuate it. Bruno Schulz

Solitude – we know this state only too well. And the rituals of it.
The man moves in his room, where he is both protected and defenceless. En Face is about a special form of choreography. And at the same time – inwardness. He has no mallets (the usual ‘weapon’ of a drummer), only hands – they become ears. He perceives everything very intensely and intimately. It becomes ambiguous whether the man is in his room, or in his mind.

In narcotic space, it also becomes unclear if the memory keeps the real state of things, if emotions are true. How to get back to a safe zone? Or this is the one – yet another state of solitude…
Eventually, the real and the phantasmic stand before us, similar and competitive to each other. And we are lost. We may prefer that other reality – virtual, imagined, the inner reality. Then we can open any door we want.

Aleksander Wnuk