Had I not seen Baj’s paintings before, I would not have been able to see the light on the water when I stood with my back leaning against my car and my feet planted in the sand, accompanied by the scent of moisture in my noise and the motion of water in the riverbed winding among the trees. — Rafał Wojasiński
The river. It is something akin to an affliction. The river itself has consumed me. — Stanisław Baj