This was an installation which discussed old Polish beliefs before they were replaced by Christianity 1,000 years ago. This was also a commentary on the rampant alcohol consumption by Polish citizens (featured as little potato people on potato islands), and showed how vodka cuts us off from our higher selves. These old traditions worshipped nature, and particularly powerful were Birch trees. I salvaged these branches from refuse piles in a forest outside of Warsaw. The potatoes were purchased directly from the farmer who grew them.