For Konopka, the recurring combination of white and red is ‘obsessive’ and games with perspective are ‘subtle, but perversely hidden’. Konopka considers Żak to be a genius, and the tone of his text suggests a shared experience of some hard-wired meaning. All this, in his opinion, is happening in the mundane reality of everyday life, in which few people actually ask about meaning:
Elementary questions, at times dramatic, orphaned by the global everyday life which offers thousands of ready answers except one: the one concerning the meaning of existence.
Here, the meaning, fetishised by Konopka, is exclusive. There are those who know which questions to ask and then there are the rest, maybe unconscious, maybe too lazy, who do not reach this level of reflection.
Konopka ultimately interprets that this is quasi-metaphysical photography. Żak’s statement is ‘an attempt to resurrect, to restore the metaphysical meaning of the non-pragmatic sphere of feelings and sensations’. According to him, the artist is ‘humbly ironic’ and ‘grants us the freedom of interpretation’. The highlight of his argument is opened by Konopka with a trivial sentence: ‘The life of each of us is like the Book’. I refer anyone interested in more thoughts of this kind to the booklet.