Waiting represents a completely unique sort of time. Removed from the usual course of everyday life, it opens up a perception of the length of time. Instead of simply walking through a room, one is immersed in it, as one looks around and discovers things that escape the fl eeting gaze. In the last years of his life the painter Andrzej Wróblewski was interested in this attitude as a subject for his pictures, and not only because the waiting fi gures display an attitude similar to that of an observer. Waiting is also a kind of secret code in which the horrors of World War II and the postwar years endure. Even though Wróblewski’s latephase work is composed of strong, vivid colors, it is permeated by a claustrophobic atmosphere. This inimitable, bewitching memento mori awaits rediscovery in this book.