Place
Kasia Ozga was born in Warsaw, Poland shortly before the declaration of martial law. After stints in Berlin, Springfield, Glenview, Wilmette, Boston, and Krakow, she now calls Paris home.

Action.Reaction
Ozga is a sculptor working in a variety of two and three dimensional media. She has designed everything from buttons to websites to installations out of everything from bread to pixels to 2x4's. Some of her pieces disintegrate 2 minutes after they're completed...on purpose. When not making art, Kasia enjoys judo, salsa dancing, and reading about time discipline. While others may claim to pump iron, Ozga pours it.

Work
Kasia Ozga is a professional poker protester, tool collector, online auction specialist, visiting rhetorician, and card carrying member of the ACLU. She has worked as an art teacher, design instructor, art studio assistant, and artist representative.

Taste
Favoring individual creators over larger schools of thought, Kasia's creative influences range from well-stablished to appropriately eclectic. James Joyce and Faulkner float her boat. Racine, L'Hote, Lloyd Alexander, and Chevreul are the frosting on her cake. Machiavelli is the cherry on her Borges, Marquez, and Conrad pie. From the far corners of the world wide web, she recommends the Soda Bug Constructor, The Ultimate Build Your Own Cow Page, Controlling the Rampaging Penguins, and Beeping Jesus. She enjoys the sound of classic folk rock, the radio show This American Life, la chanson fran¨ais, and Polish hip hop. Quick to devour Indian food and drink Brazilian cocktails, she is a lifelong devotee of her mother's homemade tomato soup.

Below and Under
In the back of my mind, I see: a half-identifiable face from the past, flickering in and out of focus, unfinished paintings, glaring at me until I call them done and storm away in frustration. Rumpled sheets, messed up hair, groans at the inevitably harsh sound emitted by unforgiving alarm clocks. The disorganized too organized cluttered compact cubicle I call a studio and work in at all hours of the night. I crave colors, textures, the beauty and the impossibility of language. Here. Now.