Igor Mitoraj

Abstract

A master, an intellectual, a friend. Igor Mitoraj was this for me. So many things united us: first of all, the everyday awareness that classical civilisation is a myth that may have waned, but is not finished, a constant reminder for western civilisation; it is the Beauty that resists barbarity, the archetype that does not die, that returns to the sphere of values of our culture; values that often live in immersion, but that just as often possess the strength to re-emerge and that are certainly not destined to disappear.