Ewa Zebrowski

Venice, Italy is a place of magic and mystery and Canadian photographer Ewa Zebrowski has captured those qualities beautifully with her series, of time, lost. Painterly and evocative, the photographs feel like the narrative of a dream, set another life and era.  Ewa has traveled to Venice six times in the winter to make work that is embedded with memory and history, sometimes inspired by literature, sometimes collaborating with writers and poets.

Currently living in Montreal, Ewa was born in London, to Polish parents, and worked in the film industry for 17 years before obtaining a BFA in Fine Arts and an MFA in Visual Arts, from Concordia and UQAM, in Montreal, Quebec. Ewa has exhibited widely, produced eleven artist’s books, and her work and books can be found in many public
and private collections in Canada, the United States, and abroad, including the
collections of the Musee d’Art Contemporain de Montreal, the Art Gallery of
Ontario, the Center for Book Arts New York, the Cirque du Soleil,  the National Library of Canada,  the Bibliothèque Nationale de France,
the Bibliothèque Nationale du Québec, 
the National Museum of Women in the Arts, and Yale University.  Ewa’s work is on exhibition as part of the permanent exhibition, Montreal—Points of View, at the McCord Museum in Montréal, Québec through January 13, 2013.


of time, lost

let me tell you something about desire…
I long for dark rooms.
Crumbling architecture, peeling wallpaper,
floors
Polished by years of use.
Dim light.
Mirrors darkened with time,
suspended in silence.

I long for empty rooms.
The residue of emotion contained
within.
Remnants.
Traces of passage,
Forgotten, like wilted bouquets.

I long for silence.
When absence and presence collide,
Emotions unexpressed.
Like forgotten photographs,
And silver teapots,
Tarnished and abandoned in haste.

All the memories,
Wrapped in tissue paper,
Fragile
and left behind.
All the books gone,
The shelves empty.

EMZ
Over the last nine years I have made six trips to Venice, always to photograph, seduced by the unwritten poetry of this ephemeral place. Each time I return I think that it will be my last trip, and yet something pulls me back to continue exploring this city caught in history and in memory.