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Aldona Kmiec is a Polish-born Australian artist based in Ballarat and Melbourne. She often roadtrips to remote locations where she creates her photographs.
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Aldona Kmiec is an award winning, Polish-born Australian photographic artist based in Ballarat and Melbourne. After finishing her Photography Studies in London, she has relocated to Australia and launched her artistic practice. Growing up on a dairy farm near Czestochowa has taught her a strong connection to nature. While growing up through the transformation of Poland from the communist to a democratic country, she has had an interest in music, languages and art, but it wasn’t until she began travelling and winning a camera in a photography competition, that she picked up photography as her full-time work.
Aldona uses the medium of photography to document daily life, Ballarat community stories and her friends. Merging experience with creativity, she has a gift of capturing the mood and the ambience of remote landscapes and translate it to very unique artworks.
She is a finalist of Bowness Photography Prize, Maggie Diaz Photography Prize for Women, Winner of Eureka Art Awards, Head On Photo Festival and more. Her story and artworks have been featured on The Design Files Australia, Better Homes & Gardens, Australian Country Magazine and The Block 2019.
Here’s her short story…
I grew up in a small village in Poland during the fall of communism and the start of democracy. Our family nearly lost everything during WWII. When I was a kid, nobody had much money to go out. Our social life happened at a house or while working, or on a street outside your home. No internet or phones, just close-knit community. I was given a second-hand red piano accordion, smuggled from Germany. Together with my childhood friend, I would play to anyone who was passing by.
As a child I made a promise to myself to learn foreign languages, and to one day leave my village to explore the world. It was a ridiculous dream, but it was my dream. The world I grew up in was the world where men played cards, women cooked food and children listened to stories about the war, memories veiled in a thick smoke of cigarettes. I wish I had a camera back then, when I hid behind the bed, my eyes were wide open from fear and excitement of stories being told, stories of war relived once more.