Paintings are wandering around clothes. Stylistics of shamanism, transcendental energy filtered through my individual narrative way is measured with the Polish landscape of the Bródno blockhouse. Additionally elements of the metro landscape of the national stadium, in which the red of glass balustrades reminds the setting sun somewhere in Arizona, they impede the attemped pigeonholing of the space. The painting on the clothing becomes a usable object. I challenge the artist’s attitude, I ask a question about the landscape of Polishness, I draw attention to the multiplicity of perspectives in which novaday art gives us the opportunity to utterance. The block on Bródno is dirty, but no less dirty from the interior of the shapeless matter of consumerism- the soul of the golden calf. The combination of the multiplicity of symbols implies with meanings, wherein plain ornament achieves the status quo of everything and nothing.