Passing by places where a lot of posters hang, I always stare at the ones that are shabby from the wind with the mottled ripples, blurred by rain and faded in the sun. Traveling, I made a large collection of posters from the shabby walls of various parts of Europe. In addition to that, there were also handwritten texts of people I knew, people I did not know, drawings, rough sketches, as well as many postcards, magazines, and flyers. Having a soft spot for all these pieces of paper, I accumulated them in huge quantities with the zeal of the archivist and like an unrestrained kleptomaniac. For a long time, the collected material was stored in folders, periodically moving to the walls of rooms in which I have lived. Then collages began to appear. It's hard for me to comment further, because I myself have not seen anything like this before.