Thursday, May 03, 2007

The coming of a new age. The age of the Koza.

The story of the Koza is long and winding, and for another time. Suffice to say that the first one published below was the spark for a journey that would take me into the depths of the Polish countryside looking for it's creator. When I found him I asked him if he would make another Koza for me. He did and one year later I returned to Poland to meet him and bring him home. Together we returned to England to allow him to sample life away from the windswept plains of Southern Poland.
His coming is significant, and marks nothing less than the beginning of a new religion. He is all knowing, all powerful and he is so beautifully daft, he will blow you away.
I need not ask for your silence, nor for your reverence. He demands it in ways unsaid and unheard. He is your master. He is the Koza - you need search no more.

In the arms of his maker, the Polish folk artist genius, Mr Josef Hulka.

In the departure lounge at Katowice airport the waiter asked him what he was having. He had the usual of course, a shot of the finest polish vodka with a side-salad of apple, cress and tea towels.

Heading for England, the Koza sees clouds from above for the first time.

Arrival....excitement and disbelief after having been locked in the aircraft toilet for take-off and landing.

The Koza is at rest for a few weeks before heading out into London for a series of state functions and happenings. More of his adventures and his incredible life story to follow soon. Stay tuned.

1 comment:

Marianne said...

please contact with me! Im interested in mr Hulkas sculpture, Im from Poland. Please, a.s.a.p.!