Vespers, Musings

Artists:

Post Brothers

Brud

Michał Bujnicki

Sofi Da East

Martyna Miller

Liliana Piskorska

Curator:

Tomek Pawłowski Jarmołajew

PWW Gallery (performative evening series)
17 October – 14 November 2020



When the day’s back breaks, worn to bone of the evening, ascend the mountain of the silent night.
– Stanisław Antosz

Vespers, Musings is a series of performative evenings devoted to creating an intimate atmosphere by listening to and sharing the experience of various narratives concerning loss, mourning, trauma, violent memories, and transgressions. The timing is crucial: autumn, according to many traditions, is a time for contacting the dead and for melancholy, while the evening offers a moment of silence and mindfulness when anxieties and reminiscences are born.


HYMN:

Oh Season, Thou entereth inside with Thy mainstay
Saving us with Thy arm, Thy root
Glory to air, and earth, and the holy
Season that cometh in the beginning, now, and forever.
 
At this late hour, exhausted
In humble concourse
We await for Thee
To settle down quietly, offering strength.
 
Lean over us
Breath our fatigue away
So that we may be refreshed
And take a rest in good faith.
 
May our deeds
Be Thy intentions
Oh evening moment, Thou arriveth
In a blue veil with the bird in the sky.
 
And with joy in Thy might, in air
And earth, and the holy season we praise Thee
Until Thou settleth down, magical moment
Filling our hearts with peace.
 
Why, therefore, is everything
Trembling within me with fever?
Awakening my eyes before dawn
To the glooms around a-fallen?
 
Moment of vengeance, show Thyself in glory!
Move forests, clouds, and the earth
So that the wicked give up their greedy deeds
Which they insolently boast about.
 
Those who trample on the commons
Exploiting us and refusing hospitality
To strangers and orphans in need
Thou offereth us shelter in the darkness.
 
With the black nocturnal veil, Thou spreadeth
The land of silence, the snug home
A respite in days of misfortune
The holy shelter.
 
And I know Thou art close by
And I know Thy benevolent gaze
So why does fear still gnaw away
At my tired heart?
 
Between the windows of an empty house
Between the branches of an old tree
Thy shadows still wander
We humbly listen to Thee.
 
And Thy tongue is a quiet sigh
Let out from inside in the world
To stars outside like rays
Into outer space.
 
Oh Season, Thou entereth inside with Thy mainstay
Saving us with Thy arm, Thy root
Glory to air, and earth, and the holy
Season that cometh in the beginning, now, and forever.